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THE  LIBRARY 

OF 

THE  UNIVERSITY 

OF  CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


GIFT  OF 

DCl^   3i:YI':0UR 


The    Tour  of  the    World 
in  Eighty  Days. 


JULES    VERNE, 

AUTHOR    OF    "twenty    THOUSAND    LEAGUES    UNDER   THE   SEAS.' 


BOS  TON: 
JAMES  R.  OSGOOD  AND  COMPANY, 

Late  Ticknor  &  Fields,  and  Fields,  Osgood,  &  Co. 
1873- 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  iu  the  year  1873, 

BY    JAMES    R.    OSGOOD    AND    COMPANY, 

in  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congi-ess,  at  Washington. 


University  Press:  Welch,  Bigelow,  &  Co., 
Cambridge. 


CONTEXTS, 


Page 
Introduction 9 


I.     In  which  Phileas   Fogg  and  Passepartout  accept 

each  other,  the  one  as  master,  the  other  as  man    .     15 
II.     In  which  Passepartout  is  convinced  that  he  has  at 

last  found  his  ideal 21 

III.  In  which  a  conversation  takes  place  which  is  likely 

to  cost  Phileas  Fogg  dear 2G 

IV.  In  which  Phileas  Fogg  astounds  Passepartout,  his 

servant 35 

V.     In  which  a   new  species    of  funds,    unknown    to 

moneyed  men,  appears  on  'Change        .        .        .40 
VI.     In  which  Fix,  the  detective,  betrays  a  very  natural 

impatience 44 

VII.     Which  once  more  demonstrates  the  uselessness  of 

passports  as  aids  to  detectives         .        .        .        .50 
VIII.    In  which  Passepartout  talks  rather  more,  perhaps, 

than  is  pinident 54 

IX.     In  which  the  Red  Sea  and  the  Indian  Ocean  prove 

propitious  to  the  designs  of  Phileas  Fogg       .        .     59 
X.     In  which  Passepartout  is  only  too  glad  to  get  oft' 

with  the  loss  of  his  shoes G6 

XI.     In  which  Phileas  Fogg  secures  a  curious  means  of 

conveyance  at  a  fabulous  price       .        .        .        .73 
XII.     In  which  Phileas  Fogg  and  his  companions  venture 

across  the  Indian  forests,  and  v»hat  ensued    .        .     84 


Contents. 


XIII.  In  which  Passepartout  receives  a  new  proof 

that  fortune  favors  the  brave  ...       93 

XIV.  In  which  Pliileas    Fogg  descends  the  whole 

length  of  the  beautiful  valley  of  the  Ganges, 

without  ever  thinking  of  seeing  it .  .  .  102 
XV.     In  which  the  bag  of  bank-notes  disgorges  some 

thousands  of  pounds  more  ....  110 
XVi.     In  which  Fix  does  not  seem  to  understand  in 

the  least  what  is  said  to  him  ....  119 
XVII.     Showing  what  happened  on  the  voyage  from 

Singapore  to  Hong  Kong  .  .  .  .126 
XVIII.    In  which  Phileas  Fogg,  Passepartout,  and  Fix 

go  each  about  his  business  ....  134 
XIX.     In  which  Passepartout  takes  a  too  great  interest 

in  his  master,  and  what  comes  of  it  .  .  140 
XX.     In  which  Fix  comes  face  to  face  with  Phileas 

Fogg 149 

XXI.    In  which  the  master  of  the  Tankadere  runs 

great  risk  of  losing  a  reward  of  two  hundred 

pounds 157 

XXII.    In  which  Passepartout  finds  out  that,  even  at 

the  antipodes,  it  is  convenient  to  have  some 

money  in  one's  pocket 168 

XXIII.  In    which  Passepartout's  nose   becomes  out- 

rageously long 177 

XXIV.  During  which  Mr.  Fogg  and  party  cross  the 

Pacific  Ocean 186 

XXV.     In  which  a  slight  glimpse  is  had  of  San  Fran- 
cisco         194 

XXVI.     In  which  Phileas  Fogg  and  party  travel  by  the 

Pacific  Railroad 203 

XXVII.     In  which  Passepartout  undergoes,  at  a  speed  of 
twenty  miles  an  hour,  a  course  of  Mormon 

history 210 

XXVIII.     In   which   Passepartout   does    not  succeed   in 

making  anybody  listen  to  reason    .        .        .    213 


Contents. 


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XXIX.  In  -which  certain  incidents  are  narrated  which 
are  only  to  be  met  -with  on  American  rail- 
roads       229 

XXX.     In  which  Phileas  Fogg  simply  does  his  duty   .    239 
XXXI.    In  which  Fix  the  detective  seriously  furthers 

the  interests  of  Phileas  Fogg  .  .  .  248 
XXXII.     In  which  Phileas  Fogg  engages  in  a  direct 

struggle  with  bad  fortune      ....     256 

XXXIII.  In  which  Phileas  Fogg  shows  himself  equal  to 

the  occasion . 261 

XXXIV.  In  which  Phileas  Fogg  at  last  reaches  London    271 
XXXV.     In  which  Phileas  Fogg  does  not  have  to  repeat 

his  orders  to  Passepartout  twice  .  .  .  275 
XXXVI.    In  which  Phileas  Fogg's  name  is  once  nioro  at 

a  premium  on  'Change  ....     2C2 

XXXVII.     In  which  it  is  shown  that  Phileas  Fogg  gained 

nothing  by  his  tour  around  the  world,  unless 

it  were  happiness 287 


INTRODUCTION. 


JULES  VERNE. 

HE  autogTaphic  sketch  which  forms  our 
frontispiece  represents  the  Saint  Mi- 
chael, a  little  decked  bark  belonging  to 
the  author  of  "  The  Tour  of  the  World 
in  Eighty  Days." 

The  sketch,  which  Venie  executed  in  the  twink- 
ing  of  an  eye,  on  our  own  desk,  without  suspecting 
that  it  would  receive  the  honors  of  publicity,  is  ac- 
companied by  the  inscription,  "  Bourset  Malais," 
which  two  words  indicate  the  type  of  craft  of  which 
the  Saint  Michael  is  an  example.  It  is  on  this 
frail  skiff  that  Jules  Verne  goes  upon  long  voyages, 
and  has  already  explored  the  English  coast  and 
ascended  as  far  as  Scotland. 

Veme  recently  took  a  trip  in  her  to  Jersey,  in 
the  English  Channel,  accompanied  by  his  facto- 
tum, Antonio  Delon,  a  veritable  sea-wolf,  who 
loves  danger  because  he  has  always  overcome  it. 

These  daring  peregrinations  gave  the  author  of 
"  Twenty  Thousand  Leagues  under  the  Sea  "  the 
idea  or  subjects  of  his  remarkable  works,  which 
have  been  translated  into  many  languages,  and 
have  found  readers  in  tv/o  worlds. 

Verne  passes  half  of  his  existence  on  board  the 
1* 


10  Introduction. 

St.  Michael  ;  for  the  rest,  he  divides  his  time 
between  Amiens,  where  his  family  resides,  and 
Paris,  where  he  attends  the  sessions  of  the  Geo- 
graphical Society,  of  which  he  is  the  most  honored 
member,  and  w^here  he  collects,  in  its  museums 
and  librar}^,  the  numerous  materials  necessary  to 
the  scientific  perfection  of  his  works. 

Verne  receives  letters,  in  which  his  correspond- 
ents give  him  their  impressions  and  ideas,  and 
sometimes  foolish  observations,  from  all  parts  of 
the  world.  Those  who  have  read  "The  Tour  of 
the  World  in  Eighty  Days  "  recall,  no  doubt,  that 
Phileas  Fogg,  its  hero,  undertook  his  journey  after 
reading  an  article  in  the  Daily  Telegraph  at 
the  Reform  Club.  The  other  day,  Verne  received 
a  letter  from  a  member  of  that  famous  club  in 
which  he  said,  somewhat  bluntly,  that  the  political 
tone  of  the  Daily  Telegraph  excluded  that  sheet 
from  the  Reform. 

"It  is  as  if  3'ou  should  say  that  M.  de  Belcastel 
subscribed  for  the  RepuhliqiLe  Francaise  !  "  added 
this  j)ert  correspondent. 

Verne  laughed  heartily  at  the  illustration,  and, 
as  he  is  amiability  itself,  apprised  the  member  of 
the  club  that  in  the  next  edition  of  the  book  he 
would  substitute  for  the  obnoxious  sheet  one  ad- 
mitted into  the  club  to  which  the  famous  Phileas 
Fogg  belonged  ;  and,  as  the  editions  are  rapidlj^  suc- 
ceeding each  other,  the  discontented  gentleman 
will  doubtless  erelong  be  fully  satisfied. 

The  author  of  our  little  sketch  leads  the  labori- 
ous, regular,  and  sober  life  of  a  student.  Wher- 
ever he  may  be,  he  works  from  five  in  the  morning 


Introduction.  11 

till  one  in  the  afternoon,  passes  the  day  visitinc? 
shops  and  factories,  where  he  carefully  studies  the 
machinery,  and  goes  to  bed  at  seven  o'clock.  Ex- 
tended on  his  bed,  he  devours  all  the  scientific 
publications  till  midnight,  and  when  they  fail  him 
he  looks  over  books  of  travel  and  tourist  adven- 
tures. He  has  no  need,  however,  of  borrowing 
ideas  of  travel  or  geography  from  others,  for  he 
has  himself  travelled  much,  and  is  quite  familiar 
with  Scotland,  Ireland,  Denmark,  Norway,  and 
Sweden. 

He  had  an  adventure  in  Sweden,  with  which  I 
must  enliven  this  brief  biography. 

Verne  was  stopping  at  a  hotel  in  Stockholm. 
As  he  was  on  the  point  of  ascending  the  coast  to 
the  northern  part  of  that  picturesque  country,  he 
wished  to  pay  his  bill,  and  began  searching  in  his 
pocket-book  for  the  draft  at  sight,  which  he  had 
procured  of  the  Rothschilds  before  leaving  Paris. 
But  he  searched  for  it  in  vain.  There  was  no 
doubt  about  it,  —  he  had  been  robbed  ! 

He  found  himself,  as  the  Bohemians  say,  flat  on 
his  back.  The  landlord  stared  at  him,"  and  ho 
thought  he  heard  him  mutter,  "  Adventurer  I "' 
Yerae  took  his  "Swedish  Guide,"  which  he  was 
learning  by  heart,  under  his  arm,  and  wandered 
about  the  city,  calling  on  all  the  bankers  to  apprise 
them  of  his  misfortune,  and  warn  them  lest  the 
robber  should  forge  his  name. 

After  three  days  of  going  back  and  forth,  our 
unhappy  author  climbed  up  to  the  last  banker's, 
with  his  guide-book,  as  always,  under  his  arm.  He 
jjlaced  the  book  on  the  desk,  and  began  to  tell  the 


12  Introduction. 

clerk  of  his  misfortune.  The  latter,  indifferent  io 
the  tale,  took  up  Verne's  volume  and  began  care- 
lessly turning  over  its  leaves.  As  he  was  doing 
this,  a  slip  of  paper,  which  served  as  a  mark  in  the 
middle  of  a  chapter,  fell  out  on  the  floor. 

The  clerk  took  it  up,  and,  unfolding  it,  cried  : 
"  Why,  here  's  your  draft,  after  all !  " 

I  leave  3'ou  to  imagine  Verne's  triumphant  en- 
trance into  his  hotel. 

Verne  studied  law,  and  became  a  barrister. 
Then,  imder  the  auspices  of  Captain  Darpentigny, 
a  well-known  chiromancer,  he  became  intimate 
with  the  Dumases,  father  and  son,  wrote  pieces 
in  conjunction  with  them,  and  afterwards  worked 
alone,  producing  several  libretti  which  had  some 
success  at  the  Theatre  Lyrique,  under  the  direc- 
tion of  the  Sevestes  and  Rety.  Among  them 
were  "  Les  Failles  Rompus,"  '' L'Auberge  des  Ar- 
dennes," *' Le  Colin  Maillard,"  "Onze  Jours  de 
Si^ge,"  and  some  operettas,  the  titles  of  which 
escape  me.  He  makes  verses  with  extreme  ease  ; 
and  if  ever  there  was  a  person  who  could  be  called 
marvellously  gifted,  it  is  Jules  Verne. 

He  was  a  broker  in  the  firm  of  Eggley,  in  which 
he  had,  and  still  has,  a  pecuniary  interest,  when 
the  success  of  "  Five  Weeks  in  a  Balloon  "  induced 
him  to  turn  his  whole  attention  to  scientific  ro- 
mance. 

He  brings  to  his  so  justly  popular  works  an 
ardor  and  faith  which  greatly  contribute  to  their 
success.  He  shrinks  from  no  pains  to  procure  in- 
formation, and  he  is  careful  to  fully  establish  be- 
forehand the  facts  which  he  asserts. 


Introduction.  13 

He  went  to  America,  and  returned  with  the  plan 
of  the  *'  Floating  City."  He  accomplished  his  voy- 
age iu  ninety-six  days,  on  the  Great  Eastern. 
On  reaching  New  York,  he  did  not  saunter  about 
Broadway,  looking  in  shop- windows,  but  took  the 
railway  and  went  six  hundred  leagues  to  see 
Niagara  Falls,  of  which  he  cannot  yet  speak  with- 
out emotion. 

Verne  is  overwhelmed  with  requests  from  dram- 
atists to  be  permitted  to  dramatize  his  works.  He 
is  not  disinclined  to  yield  to  their  wishes,  and  has 
exposed  to  me  some  very  oi'iginal  ideas  in  regard 
to  scenerj',  which  seem  likely  to  enrich  the  mana- 
gers, who  may  choose  to  put  some  hundreds  of 
thousands  of  francs  at  the  service  of  his  labors,  by 
millions.  He  has  nearly  finished,  with  Cadol,  the 
"  Tour  of  the  World,''  and  proposes  to  substitute 
for  the  ordinary  drop-curtain  a  planisphere,  on 
which  a  luminous  trail  shall  mark  between  each 
act  the  road  gone  over  by  the  heroes  in  their  tour 
across  the  four  quarters  of  the  globe.  He  is  also 
preparing  "  The  Marvels  of  Science,"  a  great  piece 
of  mechanism,  which  will  borrow  its  effect,  not 
only  from  painting,  velvet,  and  the  ballet,  but  from 
the  dynamic  agents  of  physics,  chemistry,  and 
mechanics.  But  I  must  stop.  I  might  write  a 
volume  about  this  eloquent,  witty,  affable,  and 
sympathetic  man,  whose  biography  may,  however, 
be  included  in  these  words  :  "  A  Breton,  a  Catholic, 
and  a  sailor." 

ADRIEX  MARX. 


THE   TOUE  OF  THE  WOELD 
I]^  EIGHTY  DATS. 


I. 

IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  AND  PASSEPARTOUT  ACCEPT 
EACH  OTHER,  THE  OXE  AS  3IASTER,  THE  OTHER  AS 
MAN. 

R.  PHILEAS  FOGG  lived,  in  1872,  at  No. 
7  Saville  Row,  Burlington  Gardens,  the 
house  in  which  Sheridan  died  in  1814. 
He  was  one  of  the  most  noticeable  mem- 
bers of  the  Reform  Club,  though  he  seemed  always 
to  avoid  attracting  attention ;  an  enigmatical  per- 
sonage, about  whom  little  was  known,  except  that 
he  was  a  polished  man  of  the  world.  People  said 
that  he  resembled  Byron,  —  at  least  that  his  head 
was  B^^ronic ;  but  he  was  a  bearded,  tranquil  By- 
ron, who  might  live  on  a  thousand  years  Y>ithout 
growing  old. 

Certainly  an  Englishman,  it  was  more  doubtful 
whether  Phileas  Fogg  was  a  Londoner.  He  was 
never  seen  on  'Change,  nor  at  the  Bank,  nor  in  the 
counting-rooms  of  the  ''  City  "  ;  no  ships  ever  came 
into  London  docks  of  which  he  was  the  owner ;  he 
had  no  public  employment ;  he  had  never  been 
entered  at  any  of  the  Inns  of  Court,  either  at  the 


ITi       The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

Temple,  or  Lincoln's  Inn,  or  Gray's  Inn ;  nor  had 
his  voice  ever  resounded  in  the  Court  of  Chancery, 
or  in  the  Exchequer,  or  the  Queen's  Bench,  or  the 
Ecclesiastical  Courts.  He  certainly  was  not  a 
manufacturer ;  nor  was  he  a  merchant  or  a  gentle- 
man farmer.  His  name  was  strange  to  the  scien- 
tific and  learned  societies,  and  he  never  was  known 
to  take  part  in  the  sage  deliberations,  of  the  Royal 
Institution  or  the  London  Institution,  the  Arti- 
san's Association  or  the  Institution  of  Arts  and 
Sciences.  He  belonged,  in  fact,  to  none  of  the 
numerous  societies  which  swarm  in  the  English 
capital,  from  the  Harmonic  to  that  of  the  ento- 
mologists, founded  mainly  for  the  purpose  of  abol- 
ishing pernicious  insects. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  a  member  of  the  Reform  ;  and 
that  was  all. 

The  way  in  which  he  got  admission  to  this  ex- 
clusive club  was  simple  enough. 

He  was  recommended  by  the  Barings,  with 
whom  he  had  an  open  credit.  His  checks  were 
regularly  paid  at  sight  from  his  account  current, 
which  was  always  flush. 

Was  Phileas  Fogg  rich  1  LTndoubtedly.  But 
those  who  knew  him  best  could  not  imagine  how 
he  had  made  his  fortune,  and  Mr.  Fogg  was  the 
last  person  to  whom  to  apply  for  the  information. 
He  was  not  lavish,  nor,  on  the  contrary,  avari- 
cious ;  for  whenever  he  knew  that  money  was 
needed  for  a  noble,  useful,  or  benevolent  purpose, 
he  supplied  it  quietl}^,  and  sometimes  anony- 
mously. He  w^as,  in  short,  the  least  communica- 
tive of  men.     He  talked  very  little,  and  seemed 


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all  the  more  mysterious  for  his  tacitm-n  manner. 
His  daily  habits  were  quite  open  to  observation ; 
but  whatever  he  did  was  so  exactly  the  same  thing 
that  he  had  always  done  before,  that  the  wits  of 
the  curious  were  fairly  puzzled. 

Had  he  travelled  ?  It  was  likely,  for  no  one 
seemed  to  know  the  world  more  familiarly  ;  there 
was  no  spot  so  secluded  that  he  did  not  appear  to 
have  an  intimate  acquaintance  with  it.  He  often 
corrected,  with  a  few  clear  woi^ds,  the  thousand 
conjectures  advanced  hj  members  of  the  club  as 
to  lost  and  unheard-of  travellers,  pointing  out  the 
true  probabilities,  and  seeming  as  if  gifted  with  a 
sort  of  second  sight,  so  often  did  events  justify 
his  predictions.  He  must  have  travelled  every- 
where, at  least  in  the  spirit. 

It  was  at  least  certain  that  Phileas  Fogg  had 
not  absented  himself  from  London  for  many  years. 
Those  who  were  honored  by  a  better  acquaintance 
with  him  than  the  rest,  declared  that  nobody  could 
pretend  to  have  ever  seen  him  anywhere  else.  His 
sole  pastimes  were  reading  the  papers  and  playing 
whist.  He  often  won  at  this  game,  which,  as  a  silent 
one,  harmonized  with  his  nature  ;  bat  his  winnings 
never  went  into  his  purse,  being  reserved  as  a 
fund  for  his  charities.  Mr.  Fogg  played,  not  to 
win,  but  for  the  sake  of  playing.  The  game  was 
in  his  eyes  a  contest,  a  struggle  with  a  difficulty, 
yet  a  motionless,  unwearying  struggle,  congenial 
to  his  tastes. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  not  known  to  have  either  wife 
or  children,  which  honest  folk  may  surely  have ; 
either  relatives  or  near  friends,  which  is  yet  more 


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rare.  He  lived  alone  in  his  house  on  Saville  Row, 
whither  none  penetrated.  A  single  domestic  suf- 
ficed to  serve  him.  He  breakfasted  and  dined  at 
the  club,  at  hours  mathematically  fixed,  in  the 
same  room,  at  the  same  table,  never  taking  his 
meals  with  other  members,  much  less  bringing  a 
guest  with  him;  and  went  home  at  exactly  midnight, 
only  to  retire  at  once  to  bed.  He  never  used  the 
cosy  chambers  which  the  Reform  provides  for  its 
favored  members.  He  passed  ten  hours  out  of  the 
twenty-four  in  Saville  Row,  either  in  sleeping  or 
making  his  toilet.  When  he  chose  to  take  a  walk, 
it  was  with  a  regular  step  in  the  entrance  hall 
with  its  mosaic  flooring,  or  in  the  circular  gallery 
with  its  dome  supported  by  twenty  red  porphyry 
Ionic  columns,  and  illumined  by  blue  painted 
windows.  When  he  breakfasted  or  dined,  all  the 
resources  of  the  club  —  its  kitchens  and  pantries, 
its  buttery  and  dairy  —  aided  to  crowd  his  table 
with  their  most  succulent  stores;  he  was  served 
by  the  gravest  waiters,  in  dress-coats,  and  shoes 
with  swan-skin  soles,  who  proffered  the  viands  in 
special  porcelain,  and  on  the  finest  linen ;  club 
decanters,  of  a  lost  mould,  contained  his  sherry, 
his  port,  and  his  cinnamon-spiced  claret ;  while 
his  beverages  were  refreshingly  cooled  with  ice, 
brought  at  great  cost  from  the  American  lakes. 

If  to  live  in  this  style  is  to  be  eccentric,  it  must 
be  confessed  that  there  is  something  good  in  eccen- 
tricity ! 

The  mansion  on  Saville  Row,  though  not  sump- 
tuous, was  exceedingly  comfortable.  The  habits 
of  its  occupant  were  such  as  to  demand  but  little 


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from  the  sole  domestic  ;  but  Phileas  Fogg  required 
him  to  be  almost  superhumanlj  prompt  aud  reg- 
ular. On  this  very  2d  of  October,  he  had  dis- 
missed James  Forster,  because  that  luckless  youth 
had  brought  him  shaving-water  at  eighty-four  de- 
grees Fahrenheit  instead  of  eighty-six ;  and  he 
was  awaiting  his  successor,  who  was  due  at  the 
house  between  eleven  and  half  past. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  seated  squarely  in  his  arm- 
chair, his  feet  close  together  like  those  of  a  grena- 
dier on  parade,  his  hands  resting  on  his  knees,  his 
body  straight,  his  head  erect ;  he  was  steadily 
watching  a  complicated  clock  which  indicated  the 
hours,  the  minutes,  the  seconds,  the  days,  the 
months,  and  the  years.  At  exactly  half-past 
eleven  Mr.  Fogg  would,  according  to  his  daily 
habit,  quit  Saville  Row,  and  repair  to  the  Reform. 

A  rap  at  this  moment  sounded  on  the  door 
of  the  cosy  apartment  where  Phileas  Fogg  was 
seated,  and  James  Forster,  the  dismissed  servant, 
appeared. 

"The  new  servant,"  said  he. 

A  young  man  of  thirty  advanced  and  bowed. 

"You  are  a  Frenchman,  I  believe,"  asked  Phil- 
eas Fogg,  "  and  your  name  is  John  % " 

"Jean,  if  monsieur  pleases,"  replied  the  new- 
comer, "  Jean  Passepartout,  a  surname  which  has 
clung  to  me  because  I  have  a  natural  aptness  for 
going  out  of  one  br.siness  into  another.  I  believe 
1  'm  honest,  monsieur,  but,  to  be  outspoken,  T  've 
had  several  trades.  I  've  been  an  itinerant  singer, 
a  circus-rider,  when  I  used  to  vault  like  Leotard, 
and  dance  on  a  rope  like  Blondin.     Then  I  got  to 


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be  a  professor  of  gymnastics,  so  as  to  make  better 
use  of  my  talents  ;  and  then  I  was  a  sergeant  fire- 
man at  Paris,  and  assisted  at  many  a  big  fire. 
But  I  quitted  France  five  years  ago,  and,  wishing 
to  taste  the  sweets  of  domestic  Ufe,  took  service  as 
a  valet  here  in  England.  Finding  myself  out  of 
place,  and  hearing  that  Monsieur  Phileas  Fogg 
was  the  most  exact  and  settled  gentleman  in  the 
United  Kingdom,  I  have  come  to  monsieur  in  the 
hope  of  living  with  him  a  tranquil  life,  and  forget- 
ting even  the  name  of  Passepartout." 

"  Passepartout  suits  me,"  responded  Mr.  Fogg. 
"  You  are  well  recommended  to  me  ;  I  hear  a  good 
report  of  you.     Yon  know  my  conditions  % " 

"  Yes,  monsieur." 

''  Good.     What  time  is  it  ? " 

"  Twenty-two  minutes  after  eleven,"  returned 
Passepartout,  drawing  an  enormous  silver  watch 
from  the  depths  of  his  pocket. 

"You  are  too  slow,"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  Pardon  me,  monsieur,  it  is  impossible  —  " 

"  You  are  four  minutes  too  slow.  No  matter ; 
it 's  enough  to  mention  the  error.  Now  from  this 
moment,  twenty -nine  minutes  after  eleven,  a.  m., 
this  Wednesday,  October  2d,  you  are  in  my  ser- 
vice." 

Phileas  Fogg  got  up,  took  his  hat  in  his  left 
hand,  put  it  on  his  head  with  an  automatic  mo- 
tion, and  went  off  without  a  word. 

Passepartout  heard  the  street  door  shut  once  ; 
it  was  his  new  master  going  out.  He  heard  it 
shut  again  ;  it  was  his  predecessor,  James  Forster, 
departing  in  his  turn.  Passepartout  remained 
alone  in  the  house  on  Saville  Row. 


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II. 


IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  IS  COXVIXCED  THAT    HE  HAS 
AT  LAST  FOUND  HIS  IDEAL. 

A I TH,"  muttered  Passepartout,  somewhat 
flurried,  "  I  've  seen  people  at  Madame 
Tussaud's  as  lively  as  my  new  master  ! " 
Madame  Tussaud's  "  people,  "  let  it  be 
said,  are  of  wax,  and  are  much  visited  in  London ; 
speech  is  all  that  is  wanting  to  make  them  human. 
During  his  brief  interview  with  Mr.  Fogg,  Pas- 
separtout had  been  carefulh^  observing  him.  He 
appeared  to  be  a  man  about  forty  \-ears  of  age, 
with  fine,  handsome  features,  and  a  tall,  well- 
shaped  figure  ;  his  hair  and  whiskers  were  light, 
his  forehead  compact  and  unwrinkled,  his  face 
rather  pale,  his  teeth  magnificent.  His  counte- 
nance possessed  in  the  highest  degree  what  physi- 
ognomists call  "repose  in  action,"  a  quality  of 
those  who  act  rather  than  talk.  Calm  and  phleg- 
matic, with  a  clear  eye,  Mr.  Fogg  seemed  a  per- 
fect type  of  that  English  composure  which  An- 
gelica Kauffmann  has  so  skilfully  represented  on 
canvas.  Seen  in  the  various  phases  of  his  daily 
life,  he  gave  the  idea  of  being  perfectly  well-bal- 
anced, as  exactly  regulated  as  a  Leroy  chronome- 
ter. Phileas  Fogg  was,  indeed,  exactitude  personi- 
fied, and  this  was  betrayed  even  in  the  expression 
of  his  very  bauds  and  feet ;  for  in  men,  as  well  as 


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in  animals,  the  limbs  themselves  are  expressive  of 
the  passions. 

He  was  so  exact  that  he  was  never  in  a  hnrry, 
was  always  ready,  and  was  economical  alike 
of  his  steps  and  his  motions.  He  never  took  one 
step  too  many,  and  always  went  to  his  destination 
by  the  shortest  cut;  he  made  no  superfluous 
gestures,  and  was  never  seen  to  be  moved  or  agi- 
tated. He  was  the  most  deliberate  person  in  the 
world,  yet  always  reached  his  destination  at  the 
exact  moment. 

He  lived  alone,  and  so  to  speak,  outside  of 
every  social  relation ;  and  as  he  knew  that  in  this 
world  account  must  be  taken  of  friction,  and  that 
friction  retards,  he  never  rubbed  against  anj^body. 

As  for  Passepartout,  he  was  a  true  Parisian  of 
Paris.  Since  he  had  abandoned  his  own  country 
for  England,  taking  service  as  a  valet,  he  had  in 
vain  searched  for  a  master  after  his  own  heart. 
Passepartout  was  by  no  means  one  of  those  pert 
dunces  depicted  by  Moliere,  with  a  bold  gaze  and 
a  nose  held  high  in  the  air;  he  was  an  honest 
■fellow,  with  a  pleasant  face,  lips  a  trifle  protrud- 
ing, soft-mannered  and  serviceable,  with  a  good 
round  head,  such  as  one  likes  to  see  on  the  shoul- 
ders of  a  friend.  His  eyes  were  blue,  his  com- 
plexion rubicund,  his  figure  almost  portly  and 
well  built,  his  body  muscular,  and  his  physical 
powers  fully  developed  by  the  exercises  of  his 
younger  days.  His  brown  hair  was  somewhat 
tumbled ;  for  wdiile  the  ancient  sculptors  are  said 
to  have  known  eighteen  methods  of  arranging 
Minerva's  tresses,  Passepartout   was  flimiliar  with 


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but  one  of  dressing  his  own  :  three  strokes  of  a 
large-tooth  comb  completed  his  toilet. 

It  would  be  rash  to  predict  how  Passepartout's 
lively  nature  would  agree  with  Mr.  I'ogg.  It  was 
impossible  to  tell  whether  the  new  servant  would 
turn  out  as  absolutely  methodical  as  his  master 
required  ;  experience  alone  could  solve  the  ques- 
tion. Passepartout  had  been  a  sort  of  vagrant  in 
his  early  years,  and  now  yearned  for  repose ;  but 
so  far  he  had  failed  to  find  it,  though  he  had 
already  served  in  ten  English  houses.  But  he 
could  not  take  root  in  any  of  these ;  with  chagrin 
he  found  his  masters  invariably  whimsical  and 
irregular,  constantly  running  about  the  country, 
or  on  the  lookout  for  adventure.  His  last  master, 
young  Lord  Longferry,  Member  of  Parliament, 
after  passing  his  nights  in  the  Haymarket  taverns, 
was  too  often  brought  home  in  the  morning  on 
policemen's  shoulders.  Passepartout,  desirous  of 
respecting  the  gentleman  whom  he  served,  ventured 
a  mild  remonstrance  on  such  conduct ;  which  being 
ill  received,  he  took  his  leave.  Hearing  that  Mr. 
Phileas  Fogg  was  looking  for  a  servant,  and  that 
his  life  w'as  one  of  unbroken  regularity,  that  ho 
neither  travelled  nor  stayed  from  home  overnight, 
he  felt  sure  that  this  would  be  the  place  he  was 
after.  He  presented  himself,  and  w^as  accepted, 
as  has  been  seen. 

At  half  past  eleven,  then,  Passepartout  found 
himself  alone  in  the  house  on  Saville  Pvow.  He 
began  its  inspection  without  delay,  scouring  it 
from  cellar  to  gaiTet.  So  clean,  well-arranged, 
solemn  a  mansion  pleased  him ;  it  seemed  to  him 


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like  a  snail's  shell,  lighted  and  warmed  by  gas, 
which  sufficed  for  both  those  purposes.  When  Pas- 
separtout reached  the  second  story,  he  recognized 
at  once  the  room  which  he  was  to  inhabit,  and  he 
was  well  satisfied  with  it.  Electric  bells  and 
speaking-tubes  afforded  communication  with  the 
lower  stories ;  while  on  the  mantel  stood  an  elec- 
tric clock,  precisely  like  that  in  Mr.  Fogg's  bed- 
chamber, both  beating  the  same  second  at  the 
same  instant.  "  That 's  good,  that  '11  do,"  said 
Passepartout  to  himself 

He  suddenly  observed,  hung  over  the  clock,  a 
scrap  of  paper  which,  upon  inspection,  proved  to 
be  a  programme  of  the  daily  routine  of  the  house. 
It  comprised  all  that  was  required  of  the  servant, 
from  eight  in  the  morning,  exactly  at  which  hour 
Phileas  Fogg  rose,  till  half  past  eleven,  when  he 
left  the  house  for  the  Reform  Club,  —  all  the 
details  of  service,  the  tea  and  toast  at  twenty- 
three  minutes  past  eight,  the  shaving-water  at 
thirty-seven  minutes  past  nine,  and  the  toilet  at 
twenty  minutes  before  ten.  Everything  was  reg- 
ulated and  foreseen  that  was  to  be  done  from  half 
past  eleven  a.  m.  till  midnight,  the  hour  at  which 
the  methodical  gentleman  retired. 

Mr.  Fogg's  wardrobe  was  amply  supjilied  and  in 
the  best  of  taste.  Each  pair  of  trousers,  coat, 
and  vest  bore  a  number,  indicating  the  time  of 
year  and  season  at  which  they  were  in  turn  to  be 
laid  out  for  wearing  ;  and  the  same  system  was 
applied  to  the  master's  shoes.  In  short,  the  house 
on  Saville  Row,  which  must  have  been  a  very 
temple  of  disorder  and  unrest  under  the  illustrious 


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but  dissipated  Sheridan,  was  cosiness,  comfort,  and 
method  ideahzed.  There  was  no  study,  nor  were 
there  books,  which  would  have  been  quite  useless 
to  Mr.  Fogg ;  for  at  the  Keform  two  libraries,  one 
of  general  literature  and  the  other  of  law  and 
politics,  were  at  his  service.  A  moderate-sized 
safe  stood  in  his  bedroom,  constructed  so  as  to  defy 
fire  as  well  as  burglars ;  but  Passepartout  found 
neither  arms  nor  hunting  weapons  anywhere ; 
everything  betrayed  habits  the  most  tranquil  and 
peaceable. 

Having  scrutinized  the  house  from  top  to  bot- 
tom, he  rubbed  his  hands,  a  broad  smile  over- 
spread his  features,  and  he  said  joyfully,  "This 
is  just  what  I  wanted  !  Ah,  we  '11  get  on  to- 
gether, Mr.  Fogg  and  I  1  "What  a  domestic  and 
regular  gentleman  !  A  real  mechanic ;  well,  I  'm 
not  sorry,  upon  my  word,  to  serve  a  mechanic." 


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III. 


IN    WHICH    A    CONVERSATION    TAKES    PLACE  WHICH    IS 
LIKELY    TO    COST    PHILEAS    FOGG    DEAR. 

HILEA.S  FOGG,  having  shut  the  door  of 
his  house  at  half  past  eleven,  and  hav- 
ing put  his  right  foot  before  his  left  five 
hundred  and  seventy-five  times,  and  his 
left  foot  before  his  right  five  hundred  and  seventy- 
six  times,  reached  the  Reform  Club,  an  imposing 
edifice  on  Pall  Mall,  which  could  not  have  cost 
less  than  three  millions.  He  repaired  at  once  to 
the  dining-room,  the  nine  windows  of  which  open 
upon  a  tasteful  garden,  where  the  trees  were 
already  gilded  with  an  autumn  coloring ;  and  took 
his  place  at  the  habitual  table,  the  cover  of  which 
had  already  been  laid  for  him.  His  breakfast  con- 
sisted of  a  side-dish,  a  broiled  fish  with  Redding 
sauce,  a  scarlet  slice  of  roast-beef  garnished  with 
mushrooms,  a  rhubarb  and  gooseberry  tart,  and  a 
morsel  of  Chester  cheese,  the  whole  being  washed 
down  with  several  cups  of  tea,  for  which  the 
Reform  is  famous.  He  rose  at  forty-seven  minutes 
past  noon,  auvd  directed  his  steps  towards  the 
large  hall,  a  sumptuous  apartment  adorned  with 
lavishly  framed  paintings.  A  flunkey  handed  him 
an  uncut  Times,  which  he  proceeded  to  cut 
with  a  skill  which  betrayed  familiarity  with  this 
delicate  operation.     The  perusal  of  "  The  Thun- 


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derer"  absorbed  Phileas  Fogg  until  a  quarter 
before  four,  while  the  Standard,  his  next  task, 
occupied  him  till  the  dinner  hour.  Dinner  passed 
as  breakfast  had  done,  and  Mr.  Fogg  reappeared  in 
the  reading-room  and  sat  down  to  the  Morning- 
Chronicle,  at  twenty  minutes  before  six.  Half 
an  hour  later  several  members  of  the  Reform  came 
in  and  drew  up  to  the  fireplace,  \Yhere  a  coal  fire 
was  steadily  burning.  They  were  Mr.  Fogg's 
usual  partners  at  whist  :  Andrew  Stuart,  an  engi- 
neer, John  Sullivan  and  Samuel  Falleutin,  bank- 
ers, Thomas  Flanagan,  a  brewer,  and  Gauthier 
Ralph,  one  of  the  directors  of  the  Bank  of  Eng- 
land, all  rich  and  highly  respectable  personages, 
even  in  a  club  which  comprises  the  princes  of  Eng- 
lish trade  and  finance. 

"  Well,  Ralph,"  said  Thomas  Flanagan,  "  how  is 
it  about  that  robbery  ? "' 

"0,"  replied  Stuart,  "the  bank  will  lose  the 
money." 

"  On  the  contrary,"  broke  in  Ralph,  "  I  hope 
we  may  put  our  hands  on  the  robber.  Skilful 
detectives  have  been  sent  to  all  the  principal 
ports  of  America  and  the  Continent,  and  he  '11  do 
well  if  he  slips  through  their  fingers." 

"  But  have  you  got  the  robber's  description  1 " 
asked  Stuart. 

"  In  the  first  place,  he  is  no  robber  at  all,"  re- 
turned Ralph,  positively. 

"  What  1  a  fellow^  who  makes  off  with  fifty- 
five  thousand  pounds,  no  robber "? " 

"  No." 

*'  Perhaps  he  's  a  manufacturer,  then." 


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"  The  Morning  Chronicle  sa3^s  that  he  is  a  gen- 
tleman." 

It  was  Phileas  Fogg,  whose  head  now  emerged 
from  behind  his  newspapers,  who  made  this  re- 
mark. He  bowed  to  his  friends,  and  entered  into 
the  conversation.  The  affair  which  formed  its 
subject,  and  which  was  town  talk,  had  occurred 
three  days  before  at  the  Bank  of  England.  A 
package  of  bank-notes,  to  the  value  of  fifty-five 
thousand  pounds,  had  been  taken  from  the  prin- 
cipal cashier's  table,  that  functionary  being  at  the 
moment  engaged  in  registering  the  receipt  of  three 
shillings  sixpence.  Of  course  he  could  not  have 
his  eyes  everywhere.  Let  it  be  observed  that  the 
Bank  of  England  reposes  a  touching  confidence 
in  the  honesty  of  the  public.  There  are  neither 
guards  nor  gratings  to  protect  its  treasures ; 
gold,  silver,  bank-notes  are  freely  exposed,  at  the 
mercy  of  the  first  comer.  A  keen  observer  of 
English  customs  relates  that,  being  in  one  of  the 
rooms  of  the  Bank  one  day,  he  had  the  curiosity 
to  examine  a  gold  ingot  weighing  some  seven  or 
eight  pounds.  He  took  it  up,  scrutinized  it, 
passed  it  to  his  neighbor,  he  to  the  next  man,  and 
so  on  until  the  ingot,  going  from  hand  to  hand, 
was  transferred  to  the  end  of  a  dark  entry  ;  nor 
did  it  return  to  its  place  for  half  an  hour.  Mean- 
while, the  cashier  had  not  so  much  as  raised  his 
head.  But  the  present  robbery  was  not  accom- 
plished quite  so  easily.  The  package  of  notes  not 
being  found  when  five  o'clock  sounded  from  the 
ponderous  clock  in  the  "  drawing  office,"  the 
amount  Avas  passed  to  the  account  of  profit  and 


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loss.  As  soon  as  the  robbery  was  discovered, 
picked  detectives  hastened  off  to  Liverpool,  Glas- 
gow, Havre,  Suez,  Brindisi,  New  York,  and  other 
ports,  inspired  by  the  proffered  reward  of  two 
thousand  pounds,  and  five  per  cent  •  on  the  sum 
that  might  be  recovered.  Detectives  were  also 
charged  with  narrowly  watching  those  who  arrived 
at  or  left  London  by  rail,  and  a  judicial  examina- 
tion was  at  once  entered  upon. 

There  were  real  grounds  for  supposing,  as  the 
Morning  Chronicle  said,  that  the  thief  did  not 
belong  to  a  professional  band.  On  the  day  of  the 
robbery  a  well-dressed  gentleman  of  polished  man- 
ners, and  with  a  well-to-do  air,  had  been  observed 
going  to  and  fro  in  the  paying-room,  where  the 
crime  was  committed.  A  description  of  him  was 
easily  procured,  and  sent  to  the  detectives ;  and 
some  hopeful  spirits,  of  whom  Ralph  was  one,  did 
not  despair  of  his  apprehension.  The  papers  and 
clubs  were  full  of  the  affair,  and  everywhere  people 
w^ere  discussing  the  probabilities  of  a  successful 
pursuit;  and  the  Reform  Club  was  especially 
agitated,  as  among  its  members  was  the  deputy- 
governor  of  the  Bank. 

Ralph  would  not  concede  that  the  work  of  the 
detectives  was  likely  to  be  in  vain,  for  he  thought 
that  the  prize  offered  would  greatly  stimulate 
their  zeal  and  activity.  But  Stuart  was  far  from 
sharing  this  confidence  ;  and  as  they  placed  them- 
selves at  the  whist-table,  they  continued  to  argue 
the  matter.  Stuart  and  Flanagan  played  together, 
while  Phileas  Fogg  had  Fallentin  for  his  partner. 
As  the  game  proceeded  the  conversation  ceased, 


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excepting  between  the  rubbers,  when  it  revived 
again. 

"I  maintain,"  said  Stuart,  "that  the  chances 
are  in  favor  of  the  thief,  who  must  be  a  shrewd 
fellow." 

"Well,  b)it  where  can  he  fly  to!"  asked  Ralph. 
"  No  country  is  safe  for  him." 

"'  Pshaw  I  "  • 

"  Where  could  he  go,  then  ? " 

"  0,  I  don't  know  that.  The  world  is  big 
enough." 

"  It  was  once,"  said  Phileas  Fogg,  in  a  low  tone. 
"  Cut,  sir,"  he  added,  handing  the  cards  to  Thomas 
Flanagan. 

The  discussion  fell  during  the  rubber,  after 
which  Stuart  took  up  its  thread. 

"  What  do  you  mean  by  '  once '  ?  Has  the 
w^orld  grown  smaller]" 

"  Certainly,"  returned  Ptalph.  "  I  agree  with 
Mr.  Fogg.  The  world  has  grown  smaller,  since  a 
man  can  go  round  it  ten  times  more  quickly  than 
a  hundred  years  ago.  And  that  is  why  the  search 
for  this  thief  will  be  more  likely  to  succeed." 

"  And  also  why  the  thief  can  fly  more  easily." 

"Be  so  good  as  to  play,  Mr.  Stuart,"  said 
Phileas  Fogg. 

But  the  incredulous  Stuart  was  not  convinced, 
and  when  the  hand  was  finished,  said  eagerly  : 
"  You  have  a  strange  way,  Ralph,  of  proving 
that  the  world  has  grown  smaller.  So,  because 
you  can  make  the  tour  around  it  in  three 
months  —  " 

"  In  eighty  days,"  interrupted  Phileas  Fogg. 


7 

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"  That  is  true,  gentlemen,"  added  John  Sullivan. 
"Only  eighty  dajs,  now  that  the  section  between 
Rothal  and  Allahabad,  on  the  Great  Indian  Pen- 
insula Railway,  has  been  opened.  Here  is  the 
estimate  made  by  the  Mornhig  Chronicle  :  — 

From  London  to  Suez  via  Mont  Cenis  and 

Brindisi,  by  rail  and  steamboats 
From  Suez  to  Bombay,  by  steamer 
From  Bombay  to  Calcutta,  by  rail 
From  Calcutta  to  Hong  Kong,  by  steauior 
From  Hong  Kong  to  Yokohama  (Japan),  by 

steamer     ....... 

From    Yokohama    to    Sau     Francisco,    by 

steamer  ...... 

From  San  Francisco  to  New  York,  by  rail    . 
From  New  York  to  London,  bv  steamer  and 

rail        ...."...  9     " 

Total 80  days. 

"  Yes,  in  eighty  days  !  "  exclaimed  Stuart,  who 
in  his  excitement  made  a  false  deal.  "  But  that 
does  n't  take  into  account  bad  weather,  contrary 
winds,  shipwrecks,  running  off  the  track,  and  so 
on." 

"  All  included,"  returned  Phileas  Fogg,  continu- 
ing to  play  despite  the  discussion. 

"  But  suppose  the  Hindoos  and  Indians  pull  up 
the  rails,"  replied  Stuart ;  "  suppose  they  stop  the 
trains,  pillage  the  baggage-cars,  and  scalp  the 
passengers  ! " 

"  All  included,"  calmly  retorted  Fogg  ;  adding, 
as  he  threw  down  the  cards,  "  Two  trumps." 

Stuart,  whose  turn  it  was  to  deal,  gathered  them 


32        The  Tour'  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

up,  and  went  on  :  "  You  are  right  theoretically, 
Mr.  Fogg,  but  practically  —  " 

"  Practically  also,  Mr.  Stuart." 

"  I  'd  like  to  see  you  do  it  in  eighty  days." 

"  It  depends  on  you.     Let  us  start  off  together." 

"  Heaven  preserve  me !  Rut  I  would  wager 
four  thousand  pounds  that  such  a  journey,  made 
under  these  conditions,  is  impossible." 

"  Quite  possible,  on  the  contrary,"  returned  Mr. 
Fogg. 

"  Well,  make  it,  then  !  " 

"The  tour  of  the  world  in  eighty  days'?" 

"  Yes." 

"  I  should  like  nothing  better." 

"Wheni" 

"At  once.  Only  I  warn  you  that  I  shall  do  it 
at  your  expense." 

"  It 's  absurd  !  "  cried  Stuart,  who  was  beginning 
to  be  annoyed  at  the  persistency  of  his  friend. 
"  Come,  let 's  go  on  with  the  game." 

"  Deal  over  again,  then,"  said  Phileas  Fogg. 
"  There  's  a  false  deal." 

Stuart  took  up  the  pack  with  a  feverish  hand ; 
then  suddenly  put  them  down  again. 

"  Well,  Mr.  Fogg,"  said  he,  "it  shall  be  so  :  I 
will  wager  the  four  thousand  on  it." 

"  Calm  yourself,  my  dear  Stuart,"  said  Fallen- 
tin.      "  It 's  nothing  serious." 

"  When  I  say  I  '11  wager,"  returned  Stuart,  "  it 's 
always  serious." 

"  All  right,"  said  Mr.  Fogg ;  and,  turning  to 
the  others,  he  continued,  "  I  have  a  deposit  of 
twenty  thousand  at  Baring's,  which  I  will  willingly 
risk  upon  it." 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.        33 

"  Twenty  thousand  pounds  1  "  cried  Sullivan. 
"  Twenty  thousand  pounds,  which  you  would  lose 
by  a  single  accidental  delay  ! '' 

"  The  unforeseen  does  not  exist,"  quietly  replied 
Phileas  Fogg. 

"  But,  Mr.  Fogg,  eighty  days  are  only  the  esti- 
mate of  the  least  possible  time  in  which  the  jour- 
ney can  be  made." 

"A  well-used  minimum  suffices  for  everything." 

"  But,  in  order  not  to  exceed  it,  you  must  jumjD 
mathematically  from  the  trains  upon  the  steamei's, 
and  from  the  steamers  upon  the  trains  again." 

"I  will  jump  —  mathematically." 

"  You  are  joking." 

"  A  true  Englishman  does  n't  joke  when  he  is 
talking  about  so  serious  a  thing  as  a  wager," 
replied  Phileas  Fogg,  solemnly.  "  I  will  bet  twen- 
ty thousand  pounds,  against  any  one  who  wishes, 
that  I  will  make  the  tour  of  the  world  in  eighty 
days  or  less ;  in  nineteen  hundred  and  twenty 
hours,  or  a  hundred  and  fifteen  thousand  two  hun- 
dred minutes.     Do  you  accept  1 " 

"We  accept,"  replied  Messrs.  Stuart,  Fallentin, 
Sullivan,  Flanagan,  and  Ralph,  after  consulting 
each  other. 

"  Good,"  said  Mr.  Fogg.  "  The  train  leaves  for 
Dover  at  a  quarter  before  nine.     I  will  take  it." 

"  This  very  evening  ] "  asked  Stuart. 

"  This  very  evening,"  returned  Phileas  Fogg. 
He  took  out  and  consulted  a  pocket  almanac  ;  and 
added,  "  As  to-day  is  "Wednesday,  the  second  of 
October,  I  shall  be  due  in  London,  in  this  very 
room  of  the  Pieform  Club,  on  Saturdav,  the  tweu- 
2*  '      c 


34        The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

ty-first  of  December,  at  a  quarter  before  nine  p.  m.  ; 
or  else  the  twenty  thousand  j)ounds,  now  deposited 
in  my  name  at  Baring's,  will  belong  to  you,  in  fact 
and  in  right,  gentlemen.  Here  is  a  check  for  the 
a,mount." 

A  memorandum  of  the  wager  was  at  once  drawn 
up  and  signed  by  the  six  parties,  diu'ing  which 
Phileas  Fogg  preserved  a  stoical  composure.  He 
certainly  did  not  bet  to  win,  and  had  only  staked 
the  twenty  thousand  pounds,  half  of  his  fortune, 
because  he  foresaw  that  he  might  have  to  expend 
the  other  half  to  carry  out  this  difficult,  not  to 
say  unattainable  project.  As  for  his  antagonists, 
they  seemed  much  agitated  ;  not  so  niuch  by  the 
value  of  their  stake,  as  because  they  had  some 
scruples  about  betting  under  conditions  so  difficult 
to  their  friend. 

The  clock  struck  seven,  and  the  party  offered  to 
suspend  the  game  so  that  Mr.  Fogg  might  make 
his  preparations  for  departure. 

"I  am  quite  ready  now,"  was  his  tranquil  re- 
sponse. "  Diamonds  are  trumps  :  be  so  good  as  to 
play,  gentlemen." 


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'our  of  the  World  in  E'ujhty  Day^. 


35 


IV. 


IN    WHICH    PHILEAS    FOGG   ASTOUNDS     PASSEPARTOUT, 
HIS    SERVANT. 

AVING  won  twenty  guineas  at  whist, 
and  taken  leave  of  his  friends,  Phileas 
Fogg,  at  twenty-five  minutes  past  seven, 
left  the  Reform  Club. 
Passepartout,  who  had  conscientiously  studied  the 
programme  of  his  duties,  was  more  than  surprised 
to  see  his  master  guilty  of  the  inexactness  of  ap- 
pearing at  this  unaccustomed  hour  ;  for,  according 
to  rule,  he  was  not  due  in  Saville  Row  until  pre- 
cisely midnight. 

Mr.  Fogg  repaired  to  his  bedroom,  and  called 
out,     "Passepartout!" 

Passepartout  did  not  reply.  It  could  not  be  he 
who  was  called ;  it  was  not  the  right  hour. 

"  Passepartout  !  "  repeated  Mr.  Fogg,  without 
raising  his  voice. 

Passepartout  made  his  appearance. 

"  I  've  called  you  twice,"  observed  his  master. 

"  But  it  is  not  midnight,"  responded  the  other, 
showing  his  watch. 

"  I  know  it ;  I  don't  blame  you.  We  start  for 
Dover  and  Calais  in  ten  minutes." 

A  puzzled  grin  overspread  Passepartout's  round 
face ;  clearly  he  had  not  comprehended  his  nias- 
ter. 


33        The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

"  Monsieur  is  going  to  leave  home  1 " 

"  Yes,"  returned  Phileas  Fogg.  *'  We  are  going 
to  make  the  tour  of  the  world." 

Passepartout  opened  wide  his  eyes,  raised  his 
eyebrows,  held  up  his  hands,  and  seemed  about  to 
collapse,  so  overcoms  was  he  with  stupefied  aston- 
ishment. 

"The  toar  of  the  world  I  "  he  murmured. 

"  In  eighty  days,"  responded  Mr.  Fogg.  "  So 
we  have  n't  a  moment  to  lose." 

"  But  the  trunks  1 "  gasped  Passepartout,  uncon- 
sciously swaying  his  head  from  right  to  left. 

"  We  '11  have  no  trunks  ;  only  a  carpet-bag,  with 
two  shirts  and  three  pairs  of  stockings  for  me,  and 
the  same  for  you.  We  '11  buy  our  clothes  on  the 
way.  Bring  down  my  mackintosh  and  travelling- 
cloak,  and  some  stout  shoes,  though  we  shall  do 
little  walking.      Make  haste  !  " 

Passepartout  tried  to  reply,  but  could  not.  He 
went  out,  mounted  to  his  own  room,  fell  into  a 
chair,  and  muttered  :  "  That 's  good,  that  is  ! 
And  I,  who  wanted  to  remain  quiet ! " 

He  mechanically  set  about  making  the  prepara- 
tions for  departure.  The  tour  of  the  world  in 
eighty  days  !  Was  his  master  a  fool  1  No.  Was 
this  a  joke,  then  1  They  were  going  to  Dover ; 
good.  To  Calais  ;  good  again.  After  all.  Passe- 
partout, who  had  been  away  from  France  five 
years,  would  not  be  sorry  to  set  foot  on  his 
native  soil  again.  Perhaps  they  would  go  as  far 
as  Paris,  and  it  would  do  his  eyes  good  to  see 
Paris  once  more.  But  surely  a  gentleman  so  chary 
of  his  Steps  would  stop  there ;  no  doubt,  —  but, 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.        37 

then,  it  was  none  the  less  true  that  he  was  going 
awaj,  this  so  domestic  person  liitherto  ! 

By  eight  o'clock  Passepartout  had  packed  the 
modest  carpet-bag,  containing  the  wardrobes  of 
his  master  and  himself;  then,  still  troubled  in 
mind,  he  carefully  shut  the  door  of  his  room,  and 
descended  to  Mr.  Fogg. 

Mr.  Fogg  was  quite  ready.  Under  his  arm 
might  have  been  observed  a  red-bound  copy  of 
"  Bradshaw's  Continental  Railway  Steam  Transit 
and  General  Guide,"  with  its  time-tables  showing 
the  arrival  and  departure  of  steamers  and  railways. 
He  took  the  carpet-bag,  opened  it,  and  slipped  into 
it  a  goodly  roll  of  Bank  of  England  notes,  which 
would  pass  wherever  he  might  go. 

"You  have  forgotten  nothing?"  asked  he. 

"Nothing,  monsieur." 

*'  My  mackintosh  and  cloak  1 " 

"  Here  they  are." 

"  Good.  Take  tliis  carpet-bag,"  handuig  it  to 
Passepartout.  "  Take  good  care  of  it,  for  there 
are  twenty  thousand  pounds  in  it." 

Passepartout  nearly  dropped  the  bag,  as  if  the 
twenty  thousand  pounds  were  in  gold,  and  w^eighed 
him  down. 

Master  and  man  then  descended,  the  street 
door  was  double-locked,  and  at  the  end  of  Saville 
Row  they  took  a  cab  and  drove  rapidlv  to  Char- 
ing Cross.  The  cab  stopped  before  the  railway 
station  at  twenty  minutes  past  eight.  Passe- 
partout jumped  off  the  box  and  followed  his  mas- 
ter, who,  after  paying  the  cabman,  was  about  to 
enter   the    station,    when   a  poor   beggar-woman, 


38        The  Toar  of  the  World  m  Eight y  Days. 

with  a  child  in  her  arms,  her  naked  feet  smeared 
with  mud,  her  head  covered  with  a  wretched  bon- 
net, from  which  hmig  a  tattered  feather,  and  her 
shoidders  shrouded  in  a  ragged  shawl,  approached, 
and  mournfully  asked  for  alms. 

Mr.  Fogg  took  out  the  twenty  guineas  he  had 
just  won  at  whist,  and  handed  them  to  the  beg- 
gar, saying,  "  Here,  my  good  woman.  I  'm  glad 
that  I  met  you  "  ;  and  passed  on. 

Passepartout  had  a  moist  sensation  about  the 
eyes  ;  his  master's  action  touched  his  susceptible 
heart. 

Two  first-class  tickets  for  Paris  having  been 
speedily  purchased,  Mr.  Fogg  was  crossing  the 
station  to  the  train,  when  he  perceived  his  five 
friends  of  the  Reform. 

"  Well,  gentlemen,"  said  he,  "  I  'm  off,  you  see ; 
and  if  you  will  examine  my  passport  when  I  get 
back,  you  will  be  able  to  judge  whether  I  have 
accomplished  the  journey  agreed  upon." 

"  0,  that  would  be  quite  useless,  Mr.  Fogg," 
said  Ralph,  politely.  "  We  will  trust  your  word, 
as  a  gentleman  of  honor." 

"  You  do  not  forget  when  you  are  due  in  Lon- 
don again  1 "  asked  Stuart. 

"  In  eighty  days  ;  on  Saturday,  the  21st  of  De- 
cember, 1872,  at  a  quarter  before  nine  p.  m.  Good 
by,  gentlemen." 

Phileas  Fogg  and  his  servant  seated  themselves 
in  a  first-class  carriage  at  twenty  minutes  before 
nine  ;  five  minutes  later  the  whistle  screamed,  and 
the  train  slowly  glided  out  of  the  staticm. 

The  night  was  dark,  and  a  fine,  steadv  rain  was 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.        30 

falling.  Phileas  Fogg,  snugly  ensconced  in  his 
corner,  did  not  open  his  lips.  Passepartout,  not 
yet  recovered  from  his  stupefaction,  clung  me- 
chanically to  the  carpet-bag,  with  its  enormous 
treasure. 

Just  as  the  train  was  whirling  through  Syden- 
ham, Passepartout  suddenly  uttered  a  crj'  of  de- 
spair. 

''What's  the  matter]"  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  Alas  I     In  mv  hurry  —  I  —  I  forgot  —  " 

"  What  ]  " 

"  To  turn  off  the  gas  in  my  room  1 " 

"  Very  well,  young  man,"  returned  Mr.  Fogg, 
coolly  ;   "it  will  burn  —  at  your  expense." 


40       The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 


V. 


IN    WHICH    A    NEW    SPECIES    OF    FUNDS,   UNKNOWN    TO 
THE    MONEYED    MEN,  APPEARS    ON    'CHANGE. 

HTLEAS  FOGG  rightly  suspected  that 
his  departure  from  London  would  create 
a  lively  sensation  at  the  West  End.  The 
news  of  the  bet  spread  through  the  Re- 
form Club,  and  afforded  an  exciting  topic  of  con- 
versation to  its  members.  From  the  Club  it  soon 
got  into  the  papers  throughout  England.  The 
boasted  "  tour  of  the  world "  was  talked  about, 
disputed,  argued  with  as  much  warmth  as  if  the 
subject  were  another  Alabama  claim.  Some  took 
sides  with  Pliileas  Fogg,  but  the  large  majority 
shook  their  heads  and  declared  against  him  ;  it 
was  absurd,  impossible,  they  declared,  that  the 
tour  of  the  world  could  be  made,  except  theoret- 
ically and  on  paper,  in  this  minimum  of  time, 
and  with  the  existing  means  of  travelling.  The 
Times,  Standard,  Evening  Star,  Morning  Chroni- 
cle, and  twenty  other  highly  respectable  news- 
papers scouted  Mr.  Fogg's  project  as  madness ; 
the  Daily  Telegraph  alone  hesitatingly  supported 
him.  People  in  general  thought  him  a  lunatic, 
and  blamed  his  Reform  Club  friends  for  having 
accepted  a  wager  which  betrayed  the  mental  aber- 
ation  of  its  proposer. 

Articles  no  less  passionate  than  logical  appeared 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.        4 1 

on  the  question,  for  geography  is  one  of  the  pet 
subjects  of  the  English  :  and  the  columns  devoted 
to  Phileas  Fogg's  venture  "were  eagerly  devoured 
by  all  classes  of  readers.  At  first  some  rash  indi- 
viduals, principally  of  the  gentler  sex,  espoused 
his  cause,  which  became  still  more  popular  when 
the  Illustrated  London  News  came  out  with 
his  portrait,  copied  from  a  photograph  in  the 
Reform  Club.  A  few  readers  of  the  Daily  Tel- 
egi'aph  even  dared  to  say,  "  Why  not,  after  all  1 
Stranger  things  have  come  to  pass."  But  it  soon 
appeared  that  this  paper  was  beginning  to  decline. 

At  last  a  long  article  appeared,  on  the  7th  of 
October,  in  the  bulletin  of  the  Royal  Geographical 
Society,  which  treated  the  question  from  every 
point  of  view,  and  demonstrated  the  utter  folly 
of  the  enterprise. 

Everything,  it  said,  was  against  the  travellers, 
every  obstacle  imposed  alike  by  man  and  by  nature. 
A  miraculous  agreement  of  the  times  of  departure 
and  arrival,  which  was  impossible,  was  absolutely 
necessary  to  his  success.  He  might,  perhaps, 
reckon  on  the  arrival  of  trains  at  the  designated 
hours,  in  Europe,  where  the  distances  were  rela- 
tively moderate ;  but  when  he  calculated  upon 
crossing  India  in  three  days,  and  the  United  States 
in  seven,  could  he  rely  beyond  misgiving  upon  ac- 
complishing his  taskl  There  were  accidents  to 
machinery,  the  liability  of  trains  to  run  off  the 
track,  collisions,  bad  weather,  the  blocking  up  cf 
snow,  —  were  not  all  these  against  Phileas  Fogg? 
Would  he  not  find  himself,  when  travelling  by 
steamer  in  winter,  at  the  mercv  of  the  winds  and 


42        The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eight ij  Doj/.^. 

fogs  1  Is  it  uncommon  for  the  best  ocean  steamers 
to  be  two  or  three  days  behind  time  *?  But  a  sin- 
gle delay  would  suffice  to  fatally  break  the  chain 
of  communication  ;  should  Phileas  Fogg  once  miss, 
even  by  an  hour,  a  steamer,  he  would  have  to  wait 
for  the  next  boat,  and  that  would  irrevocably 
render  his  attempt  vain. 

This  article  made  a  great  deal  of  noise,  and, 
l)eing  copied  into  all  the  papers,  seriously  depressed 
the  advocates  of  the  rash  tourist. 

Everybody  knows  that  England  is  the  world  of 
betting  men,  who  are  of  a  higher  class  than  mere 
gamblers ;  to  bet  is  in  the  English  temperament. 
Not  only  the  members  of  the  Reform,  but  the 
general  public,  made  heavy  wagers  for  or  against 
Phileas  Fogg,  who  was  set  down  in  the  betting- 
books  as  if  he  were  a  race-horse.  Bonds  were 
issued,  and  made  their  appearance  on  'Change ; 
"  Phileas  Fogg  bonds "  were  oifered  at  par  or 
at  a  premium,  and  a  great  business  was  done 
in  them.  But  five  days  after  the  article  in  the 
bulletin  of  the  Geographical  Society  appeared,  the 
demand  began  to  subside  :  "  Phileas  Fogg "  de- 
clined. They  were  offered  by  packages,  at  first  of 
five,  then  of  ten,  until  at  last  nobody  would  take 
less  than  twenty,  fifty,  a  hundred  ! 

Lord  Albemarle,  an  elderly  paralytic  gentleman, 
was  now  the  only  advocate  of  Phileas  Fogg  left. 
This  noble  lord,  who  was  fastened  to  his  chair, 
would  have  given  his  fortune  to  be  able  to  make 
the  tour  of  the  world,  if  it  took  ten  years  ;  and  he 
bet  five  thousand  pounds  on  Phileas  Fogg.  When 
the  folly  as  weJl  as  the  uselessness  of  the  adventure 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  EU/hfi/  iJa/zs.        43 

was  pointed  out  to  him,  he  contented  himself  with 
replying,  "If  the  thing  is  feasible,  the  first  to  do 
it  ought  to  be  an  Englishman," 

The  Fogg  party  dwindled  more  and  more,  every- 
body was  going  against  him,  and  the  bets  stood  a 
hundred  and  fifty  and  tw^o  hundred  to  one ;  and  a 
week  after  his  departure,  an  incident  occurred 
which  deprived  him  of  backers  at  any  price. 

The  commissioner  of  police  was  sitting  in  his 
ofiice  at  nine  o'clock  one  evening,  w^hen  the  follow- 
mg  telegraphic  despatch  was  put  into  his  hands  :  — 

Sue::  to  London. 

Rowan,  Commissioner  of  Police,  Scotland 
Yard  :  I  've  found  the  bank  robber,  Phileas  Fogg. 
Send  without  delay  warrant  of  arrest  to  Bombay. 

Fix,  detective. 

The  eftect  of  this  despatch  was  instantaneous. 
The  polished  gentleman  disappeared,  to  give  place 
to  the  bank  robber.  His  photograph,  which  was 
hung  w4th  those  of  the  rest  of  the  members  at  the 
Reform  Club,  w^as  minutely  examined,  and  it  be- 
trayed, feature  by  feature,  the  description  of  the 
robber  which  had  been  provided  to  the  police. 
The  mysterious  habits  of  Phileas  Fogg  were  re- 
called ;  his  solitary  ways,  his  sudden  departure  ; 
and  it  seemed  clear  that,  in  undertaking  a  tour 
round  the  world  on  the  pretext  of  a  w^ager,  he  had 
had  no  other  end  in  view  than  to  elude  the  detec- 
tives, and  throw  them  ofi"  his  track. 


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VI. 


IM     WHICH     FIX,     THE     DETECTIVE,     BETRAYS     A    VERY 
NATURAL    IMPATIENCE. 

HE  circumstances  under  which  this  tele- 
graphic despatch  about  Phileas  Fogg  was 
sent,  were  as  follows  :  — 

The  steamer  Mongolia,  belonging  to 
the  Peninsula  and  Oriental  Company,  built  of  iron, 
of  two  thousand  eight  hundred  tons  burden,  and 
five  hundred  horse-power,  was  due  at  eleven 
o'clock  A.  M.  on  Wednesday,  the  9th  of  October, 
at  Suez.  The  Mongolia  plied  regularly  between 
Brindisi  and  Bombay  via  the  Suez  Canal,  .and  was 
one  of  the  fastest  steamers  belonging  to  the  com- 
pany, always  making  more  than  ten  knots  an 
hour  between  Brindisi  and  Suez,  and  nine  and  a 
half  between  Suez  and  Bombay. 

Two  men  were  promenading  up  and  down  the 
wharves,  among  the  crowed  of  natives  and  strangers 
who  were  sojourning  at  this  once  straggling  vil- 
lage, now,  thanks  to  the  enterprise  of  M.  Lesseps, 
a  fast-growing  town.  One  was  the  British  consul  at 
Suez,  who,  despite  the  prophecies  of  the  English 
government,  and  the  unfavorable  predictions  of 
Stephenson,  was  in  the  habit  of  seeing,  from  his 
office  window,  English  ships  daily  passing  to  and 
fro  on  the  great  canal,  by  which  the  old  round- 
about route  from  England  to  India  by  the  Cape  of 


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Good  Hope  was  abridged  by  at  least  a  half.  The 
other  was  a  small,  slight-built  personage,  with  a 
nervous,  intelligent  face,  and  bright  eyes  peering  out 
from  imder  eyebrows  which  he  was  incessantly 
twitching.  He  was  just  now  manifesting  unmis- 
takable signs  of  impatience,  nervously  pacing  np 
and  down,  and  unable  to  stand  still  for  a  moment. 
This  was  Fix,  one  of  the  detectives  who  had  been 
despatched  from  England  in  search  of  the  bank  rob- 
ber; it  was  his  task  to  narrowly  watch  every  passen- 
ger who  arrived  at  Suez,  and  to  follow  up  all  who 
seemed  to  be  suspicious  characters,  or  bore  a  resem- 
blance to  the  description  of  the  criminal,  which  he 
had  received  two  days  before  from  the  police  head- 
quarters at  London.  The  detective  was  evidently 
inspired  by  the  he pe  of  obtaining  the  splendid  re- 
ward which  would  be  the  prize  of  success,  and 
awaited  with  a  feverish  impatience,  easy  to  under- 
stand, the  arrival  of  the  steamer  Mongolia. 

"  So  you  say,  consul,"  asked  he  for  the  twentieth 
time,  "that  this  steamer  is  never  behind  tiifle^" 

"  Xo,  Mr.  Fix,"  replied  the  consul.  "  She  was 
bespoken  yesterday  at  Port  Said,  and  the  rest  of 
the  way  is  of  no  account  to  such  a  craft.  I  repeat 
that  the  Mongolia  has  always  exceeded  the  time 
required  by  the  company's  regulations,  and  gained 
the  prize  awarded  for  excess  of  speed." 

"Does  she  come  directly  from  Brindisi  ]" 

"  Directly  from  Brindisi ;  she  takes  on  the  Indian 
mails  there,  and  she  left  there  Saturday  at  five 
p.  M.  Have  patience,  Mr.  Fix ;  she  will  not  be 
late.  But  really  I  don't  see  how,  from  the  descrip- 
tion you  have,  j^ou  will  be  able  to  recognize  your 
man,  even  if  he  is  on  board  the  Mongolia." 


46        The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

"  k  man  rather  feels  the  presence  of  these 
fellows,  consnl,  than  recognizes  them.  You  must 
have  a  scent  for  them,  and  a  scent  is  like  a  sixth 
sense  which  combines  hearing,  seeing,  and  smell- 
ing. I  've  arrested  more  than  one  of  these  gentle- 
men in  my  time,  and  if  my  thief  is  on  board,  I'll 
answer  for  it,  he  '11  not  slip  through  my  fingers." 

"  I  hope  So,  Mr.  Fix,  for  it  was  a  heavy  robbery." 

"A  magnificent  robbery,  consul;  fifty-five  thou- 
sand pounds  !  We  don't  often  have  such  wind- 
falls. Burglars  are  getting  to  be  so  contemptible 
nowadays  !  A  fellow  gets  hung  for  a  handful  of 
shillings  !  " 

"  Mr.  Fix,"  said  the  consul,  "  I  like  your  way  of 
talking,  and  hope  you  '11  succeed ;  but  I  fear  you 
will  find  it  far  from  easy.  Don't  3'ou  see,  the  de- 
scription which  you  have  there  has  a  singular 
resemblance  to  an  honest  man  ] " 

"Consul,"  remarked  the  detective,  dogmatically, 
"great  robbers  alivaya  resemble  honest  folks.  Fel- 
lows who  have  rascally  faces  have  only  one  course 
to  take,  and  that  is  to  remain  honest;  otherwise, 
they  would  be  arrested  off'-hand.  The  artistic 
thing  is,  to  unmask  honest  countenances  ;  it  's  no 
light  task,  I  adjnit,  but  a  real  art." 

Mr.  Fix  evidently  was  not  wanting  in  a  tinge  of 
self-conceit. 

Little  by  little  the  scene  on  the  quay  became 
more  animated  ;  sailors  of  various  nations,  mer- 
chants, ship-brokers,  porters,  fellahs,  bustled  to 
and  fro  as  if  the  steamer  were  immediately  ex- 
pected. The  weather  was  clear,  and  slightly 
chillv.     The  minarets  of  the  town  loomed  above 


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the  houses  in  the  pale  ra^^s  of  the  sun.  A  jetty 
pier,  some  two  thousand  yards  long,  extended  into 
the  roadstead.  A  number  of  fishing  smacks  and 
coasting  boats,  some  retaining  the  fantastic  fashion 
of  ancient  galleys,  were  discernible  on  the  Red 
Sea. 

As  he  passed  among  the  busy  crowd,  Fix,  ac- 
cording to  habit,  scrutinized  the  passers-by  with  a 
keen,  rapid  glance. 

It  was  now  half-past  ten. 

"  The  steamer  does  n't  come  !  "  he  exclaimed,  as 
the  port  clock  struck. 

"  She  can't  be  far  off,  now,"  returned  his  com- 
panion. 

"  How  long  will  she  stop  at  Suez  ?  " 

''  Four  hours  ;  long  enough  to  get  in  her  coal. 
It  is  thirteen  hundred  and  ten  miles  from  Suez  to 
Aden,  at  the  other  end  of  the  Red  Sea,  and  she 
has  to  put  in  a  fresh  coal  supply." 

"  And  does  she  so  from  Suez  directly  to  Bom- 
bay?" 

"  Without  putting  in  anywhere." 

"  Good,"  said  Fix.  "  If  the  robber  is  on  board, 
he  will  no  doubt  get  off  at  Suez,  so  as  to  reach 
the  Dutch  or  French  colonies  in  Asia  by  some 
other  route.  He  ought  to  know  that  he  would 
not  be  safe  an  hour  in  India,  which  is  English 
soil." 

"  Unless,"  objected  the  consul,  "  he  is  excep- 
tionally shrewd.  An  English  criminal,  you  know, 
is  always  better  concealed  in  London  than  any- 
where else." 

This  observation  furnished  the  detective   food 


48        The  Tour  of  the  World  m  Eighty  Bays. 

for  thought,  and  meanwhile  the  consul  went  away 
to  his  office.  Fix,  left  alone,  was  more  impatient 
than  ever,  having  a  presentiment  that  the  robber 
was  on  board  the  Mongolia.  If  he  had  in- 
deed left  London  intending  to  reach  the  New 
World,  he  would  naturally  take  the  route  via 
India,  which  was  less  watched  and  more  difficult 
to  watch  than  that  of  the  Atlantic.  But  Fix's  re- 
flections were  soon  interrupted  by  a  succession  of 
sharp  whistles,  which  announced  the  arrival  of 
the  Mongolia.  The  porters  and  fellahs  rushed 
down  the  quay,  and  a  dozen  boats  pushed  off  from 
the  shore  to  go  and  meet  the  steamer.  Soon  her 
gigantic  hidl  appeared  passing  along  between  the 
banks,  and  eleven  o'clock  struck  as  she  anchored 
in  the  road.  She  brought  an  unusual  immber  of 
passengers,  some  of  whom  remained  on  deck  to 
scan  the  picturesque  panorama  of  the  towm,  whilo 
the  greater  part  disembarked  in  the  boats,  and 
landed  on  the  quay. 

Fix  took  up  a  position,  and  carefully  examined 
each  face  and  figure  which  made  its  appearance. 
Presently  one  of  the  passengers,  after  vigorously 
pushing  his  way  through  the  importunate  crowd 
of  porters,  came  up  to  him,  and  politely  asked  if 
he  could  point  out  the  English  consulate,  at  the 
same  time  showing  a  passport  which  he  wished  to 
have  visacl.  Fix  instinctively  took  the  passport, 
and  with  a  rapid  glance  read  the  description  of 
its  bearer.  An  involuntary  motion  of  surprise 
nearly  escaped  him ;  for  the  description  in  the 
passport  was  identical  with  that  of  the  bank  rob- 
ber, which  he  had  received  from  Scotland  Yard. 


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"  Is  this  your  passport  1 "  asked  he. 

"  No,  it 's  my  master's."" 

"  And  your  master  is  —  " 

"  He  stayed  on  board." 

"  But  he  must  g-o  to  the  consul's  in  person,  so 
as  to  estabhsh  his  identity." 

"  0,  is  that  necessary  ]  " 

"  Quite  indispensable." 

"  And  where  is  the  consulate  1 " 

"  There,  on  the  corner  of  the  square,"  said  Fix, 
pointing  to  a  house  two  hundred  steps  off. 

"  I  '11  go  and  fetch  my  master,  who  won't  be 
much  pleased,  however,  to  be  disturbed." 

The  passenger  bowed  to  Fix,  and  returned  to 
the  steamer. 


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VII. 


WHICH   ONCE   MORE    DEMONSTRATES  THE  USELESSNESS 
OF  PASSPORTS  AS  AIDS  TO  DETECTIVES. 


m 


HE  detective  passed  down  the  quay,  and 
rapidly  made  his  way  to  the  consul's 
office,  where  he  was  at  once  admitted  to 
the  presence  of  that  official. 

"  Consul,"  said  he,  without  preamble,  "  I  have 
strong  reasons  for  believing  that  mj  man  is  a  pas- 
senger on  the  Mongolia.  And  he  narrated  what 
had  just  passed  concerning  the  passport. 

"  Well,  Mr.  Fix,"  replied  the  consul,  "  I  shall 
not  be  sorry  to  see  the  rascal's  face ;  but  perhaps 
he  won't  come  here,  — that  is,  if  he  is  the  person 
you  suppose  him  to  be.  A  robber  does  n't  quite 
like  to  leave  traces  of  his  flight  behind  him  ;  and 
besides,  he  is  not  obliged  to  have  his  passport 
countersigned." 

"  If  he  is  as  shrewd  as  I  think  he  is,  consul,  ho 
will  come." 

"  To  have  his  passport  vlsad  .?" 

"  Yes.  Passports  are  only  good  for  annoying 
honest  folks,  and  aiding  in  the  flight  of  rogues.  I 
assure  you  it  will  be  quite  the  thing  for  him  to 
do  ;  but  I  hope  you  will  not  visa  the  passport." 

*'  Why  not  ]  If  the  passport  is  genuine,  I  have 
no  right  to  refuse." 

"  Still  I  must  keep  this  man  here  until  I  can 
get  a  warrant  to  arrest  him  from  London." 


Tim  Toar  of  tht  World  in  E'lyhty  Days.        51 

'•Ah,  that's  your  lookout.     But  I  cannot  —  " 

The  consul  did  not  finish  his  sentence,  for  as 
lie  spoke  a  knock  was  heard  at  the  door,  and  two 
strangers  entered,  one  of  whom  was  the  servant 
whom  Fix  had  met  on  the  quay.  The  other,  who 
was  his  master,  held  out  his  passport  with  the  re- 
quest that  the  consul  would  do  him  the  favor  to 
visa  it.  The  consul  took  the  document  and  care- 
fully read  it,  whilst  Fix  observed,  or  rather  de- 
voured, the  stranger  with  his  eyes  from  a  corner  of 
the  room. 

"  You  are  Phileas  Fogg,  Esquire  1 "  said  the 
consul,  after  reading  the  passport. 

-  I  am." 

"  And  this  man  is  your  servant  1 " 

"  He  is  ;  a  Frenchman,  named  Passepartout." 

*'  You  are  from  London  ]  " 

"  Yes." 

*'  And  you  are  going  —  " 

*'  To  Bombay."" 

"  Very  good,  sir.  You  know  that  a  visa  is  use- 
less, and  that  no  passport  is  required  T' 

''  I  know  it,  sir,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg  ;  "  but  1 
wish  to  prove,  by  j^our  visa,  that  I  came  by  Suez." 

"  Very  well,  sir." 

The  consul  proceeded  to  sign  and  date  the  pass- 
port, after  which  he  added  his  official  seal.  Mr. 
Fogg  paid  the  customary  fee,  coldly  bowed,  and 
went  out,  followed  by  his  servant. 

''  Well  1 "  queried  the  detective. 

''  Well,  he  looks  and  acts  like  a  perfectly  hon- 
est man,"  replied  the  consul. 

"  Possiblv  ;  but  that  is  not  the  question.      Do 


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you  think,  consul,  that  this  phlegmatic  gentleman 
resembles,  feature  by  feature,  the  robber  whose 
description  I  have  received  1 " 

"  I  concede  that ;  but  then,  you  know,  all  de- 
scriptions—  " 

"  I  '11  make  certain  of  it,"  interrupted  Fix. 
"  The  servant  seems  to  me  less  mysterious  than 
the  master ;  besides,  he  's  a  Frenchman,  and  can't 
help  talking.  Excuse  me  for  a  little  while,  con- 
sul." 

Fix  started  off  in  search  of  Passepartout. 

Meanwhile  Mr.  Fogg,  after  leaving  the  consu- 
late, repaired  to  the  quay,  gave  some  orders  to 
Passepartout,  w^ent  off  to  the  Mongolia  in  a 
boat,  and  descended  to  his  cabin.  He  took  up  his 
note-book,  which  contained  the  following  mem- 
oranda :  — 

''  Left  London,  Wednesday,  October  2d,  at  8.45 
p.  M. 

"Reached  Paris,  Thursday,  October  3d,  at   7.20 

A.   M. 

"  Left  Paris,  Thursday,  at  8.40  a.  m. 

"  Reached  Turin  by  Mont  Cenis,  Friday,  October 
4th,  at  6.35  a.  m. 

"  Left  Turin,  Friday,  at  7.20  a.  m. 

Arrived  at  Brindisi,  Saturday,  October  5th,  at 
4  p.  M. 

"  Sailed  on  the  Mongolia,  Saturday,  at  5  p.  m. 

Reached  Suez,  Wednesday,  October  9th,  at  11 

A.  M. 

"Total  of  hours  spent,  158^;  or,  in  days,  six 
days  and  a  half" 

These  dates  were  inscribed  in  an  itinerary  di- 


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vided  into  columns,  indicating  the  month,  the  day 
of  the  month,  and  the  day  for  the  stipulated  and 
actual  arrivals  at  each  principal  point,  —  Paris, 
Brindisi,  Suez,  Bombay,  Calcutta,  Singapoi'e,  Hong- 
Kong,  Yokohama,  San  Francisco,  New  York,  and 
London,  —  from  the  2d  of  October  to  the  21st 
of  December ;  and  giving  a  space  for  setting 
down  the  gain  made  or  the  loss  suffered  on  arrival 
at  each  locality.  This  methodical  record  thus 
contained  an  account  of  everything  needed,  and 
Mr.  Fogg  always  knew  whether  he  was  behind- 
hand or  in  advance  of  his  time.  On  this  Friday, 
October  9th,  he  noted  his  arrival  at  Suez,  and  ob- 
served that  he  had  as  yet  neither  giuned  nor  lost. 
He  sat  down  quietly  to  breakfast  in  his  cabin, 
never  once  thinking  of  inspecting  the  town,  being 
one  of  those  Englishmen  who  are  wont  to  see 
foreign  countries  through  the  eyes  of  their  do- 
mestics. 


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VIII. 

IN    WHICH    PASSEPARTOUT    TALKS  RATHER  MORE,  PER- 
HAPS, THAN  IS  PRUDENT. 


IX  soon  rejoined  Passepartout,  who  was 
louno'ing  and  looking  about  on  the  quay, 
as  if  he  did  not  feel  that  he,  at  least,  was 
obliged  not  to  see  anything. 

"  Well,  my  friend,"  said  the  detective,  coming 
n]^  with  him,  '"  is  your  passport  visad  ?  " 

"Ah,  it 's  you,  is  it,  monsieur'?"  responded  Pas- 
separtout. "  Thanks,  yes,  the  passport  is  all 
right." 

"  And  you  are  looking  about  you  T' 

"  Yes ;  but  we  travel  so  fast  that  I  seem  to  be 
journeying  in  a  dream.      So  this  is  Suez." 

"  Yes." 

" In  Egypt  % " 

"  Certainly,  in  Egypt." 

"  And  in  Africa  1 " 

"In  Africa." 

"  In  Africa  !  "  repeated  Passepartout.  "  Just 
think,  monsieur,  I  had  no  idea  that  we  should  go 
farther  than  Paris  ;  and  all  that  I  saw  of  Paris  was 
between  twenty  minutes  past  seven  and  twenty 
minutes  before  nine  in  the  morning,  between  the 
Noi:thern  and  the  Lyons  stations,  through  the 
windows  of  a  car,  and  in  a  driving  rain  !  How 
I  regret  not  having  seen  once  more  Pere  la 
Chaise  and  the  circus  in  the  Champs  Elysees ! " 


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"  You  are  in  a  great  hiirr}-,  then  ? " 

"  I  am  not,  but  ray  master  is.  By  the  way,  T 
must  buy  some  shoes  and  shirts.  We  came  away 
without  trunks,  only  wnth  a  carpet-bag." 

"  I  will  show  you  an  excellent  shop  for  getting 
what  you  w^ant." 

"  Really,  monsieur,  you  are  very  kind." 

And  they  walked  off  together,  Passepartout 
chatting  volubly  as  they  went  along. 

"Above  all,"  said  he,  "don't  let  me  lose  the 
steamer." 

"  You  have  plenty  of  tune ;  it 's  only  twelve 
o'clock." 

Passepartout  pulled  out  his  big  watch. 
"Twelve  I"  he  exclaimed;  "why  it's  only  eight 
minutes  before  ten." 

"Your  watch  is  slow." 

"My  watch*?  A  family  watch,  monsieur,  which 
has  come  down  from  my  great-grandfather !  It 
does  n't  vary  five  minutes  in  the  year,  it 's  a  perfect 
chronometer,  look  you." 

"I  see  how  it  is,"  said  Fix.  "You  have  kept 
London  time,  which  is  two  hours  behind  that  of 
Suez.  You  ought  to  regulate  your  w^atch  at  noon 
in  each  country." 

"  I  regulate  my  watch  ?     Xever  I  " 

"  Well  then,  it  will  not  agree  with  the  sun." 

"So  much  the  worse  for  the  sun,  monsieur. 
The  sun  will  be  wrong,  then  I  " 

And  the  w^orthy  fellow  returned  the  watch  to 
its  fob  with  a  defiant  gesture.  After  a  few  min- 
utes' silence.  Fix  resumed  :  "  You  left  London 
hastilv,  then  ? " 


5G        fhe  Tour  of  tht  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

"  I  rather  think  so  !  Last  Friday  at  eight 
o'clock  in  the  evening,  Monsieur  Fogg  came  home 
from  his  club,  and  three  quarters  of  an  hour  after- 
wards ^Ye  were  off." 

"  But  where  is  your  master  going  1" 

"Always  straight  ahead.  He  is  making  the 
tour  of  the  world." 

*'The  tour  of  the  world  1"  cried  Fix. 

"Yes,  and  in  eighty  days  !  He  says  it  is  on  a 
wager  ;  but,  between  us,  I  don't  believe  a  word  of  it. 
That  would  n't  be  common  sense.  There  's  some- 
thing else  in  the  wind." 

"  Ah  !  Mr.  Fogg  is  a  character,  is  he '] " 

"  I  should  sa}'  he  was." 

"Is  he  rich?" 

"  No  doubt ;  for  he  is  carrying  an  enormous  sum 
in  bran-new  bank  notes,  with  him.  And  he  does 
n't  spare  the  money  on  the  way,  either  :  he  has 
offered  a  large  reward  to  the  engineer  of  the  Mon- 
golia, if  he  gets  us  to  Bombay  well  in  advance  of 
time." 

"  And  you  have  known  3'our  master  a  long 
time  ] " 

"Why,  no;  I  entered  his  service  the  very  day 
we  left  London." 

The  effect  of  these  replies  upon  the  already 
suspicious  and  excited  detective  may  be  imagined. 
The  hasty  departure  from  London  soon  after  the 
robbery  ;  the  large  sum  carried  by  Mr.  Fogg ;  his 
eagerness  to  reach  distant  countries  ;  the  pretext 
of  an  eccentric  and  foolhardy  bet,  —  all  confirmed 
Fix  in  his  theory.  He  continued  to  pump  poor  Pas- 
separtout, and  learned  that  he  really  knew  little  or 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.        57 

nothing  of  his  master,  who  lived  a  soHtary  exist- 
ence in  London,  was  said  to  be  rich,  though  no  one 
knew  whence  came  his  riches,  and  was  mysterious 
and  impenetrable  in  his  affairs  and  habits.  Fix  felt 
sure  that  Phileas  Fogg  would  not  land  at  Suez 
but  was  really  going  on  to  Bombay. 

"  Is  Bombay  far  from  here  1 "  asked  Passepar- 
tout. 

'•  Pretty  far.     It  is  a  ten  days'  voyage  by  sea." 

"And  in  what  countrv  is  Bombay?" 

".India." 

"In  Asial" 

"  Certainly." 

"  The  deuce  !  I  was  going  to  tell  you,  —  there  's 
one  thing  that  worries  me,  —  my  burner  !  " 

"  What  burner  1 " 

"  My  gas-burner,  which  I  forgot  to  turn  off  and 
which  is  at  this  moment  burning  —  at  my  expense. 
I  have  calculated,  monsieur,  that  I  lose  two  shil- 
lings every  four  and  twenty  hours,  exactly  sixpence 
more  than  I  earn  :  and  you  will  understand  that 
the  longer  our  journey  —  " 

Did  Fix  pay  any  attention  to  Passepartout's 
trouble  about  the  gas?  It  is  not  probable.  Ho 
was  not  listening,  but  was  cogitating  a  project. 
Passepartout  and  he  had  now  reached  the  shop, 
where  Fix  left  his  companion  to  make  his  pur- 
chases, after  recommending  him  not  to  miss  the 
steamer,  and  hurried  back  to  the  consulate.  Now 
that  he  was  fully  convinced,  Fix  had  quite  recov- 
ered his  equanimity. 

"  Consul,"  said  he,  ''  I  have  no  longer  any 
doubt.     I  have  spotted  my  man.     He  passes  him- 


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self  off  as  an  odd  stick,  who  is  going  to  make  the 
tour  of  the  world  in  eighty  days." 

"  Then  he  's  a  sharp  fellow,"  returned  the  con- 
sul, "  and  counts  on  returning  to  London  after 
putting  the  police  of  the  two  continents  off  his 
track." 

"  We  '11  see  about  that,"  replied  Fix. 

"  But  are  you  not  mistaken  1 " 

"  I  am  not  mistaken." 

"  Why  was  this  robber  so  anxious  to  prove,  by 
the  visa,  that  he  had  passed  through  Suez '? " 

"Why]     I  have  no  idea;  but  listen  to  me." 

He  reported  in  a  few  words  the  most  important 
parts  of  his  conversation  with  Passepartout. 

"  In  short,"  said  the  consul,  "  appearances  are 
wholly  against  this  man.  And  what  are  you  going 
to  doV' 

"  Send  a  desj^atch  to  London  for  a  warrant  of 
arrest  to  be  despatched  instantly  to  Bombay,  take 
passage  on  board  the  Mongolia,  follow  my  rogue  to 
India,  and  there,  on  English  ground,  arrest  him 
politely,  with  my  warrant  in  my  hand,  and  my 
hand  on  his  shoulder." 

Having  uttered  these  words  with  a  cool,  careless 
air,  the  detective  took  leave  of  the  consul,  and 
repaired  to  the  telegraph  office,  whence  he  sent 
the  despatch  which  we  have  seen  to  the  London 
police  office.  A  quarter  of  an  hour  later  found 
Fix  with  a  small  bag  in  his  hand,  proceeding  on 
board  the  Mongolia ;  and  ere  many  moments 
longer,  the  noble  steamer  rode  out  at  full  steam 
upon  the  waters  of  the  Red  Sea. 


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IX. 


IN  WHICH  THE  RED  SEA  AND  THE  INDIAN  OCEAN 
PROVE  PROPITIOUS  TO  THE  DESIGNS  OF  PHILEAS 
FOGG. 

HE  distance  between  Suez  and  Aden  is 
precisely  thirteen  hundred  and  ten  miles, 
and  the  regulations  of  the  company 
allow  the  steamers  one  hundred  and 
thirty-eight  hours  in  which  to  traverse  it.  The 
Mongolia,  thanks  to  the  vigorous  exertions  of 
the  engineer,  seemed  likely,  so  rapid  was  her 
speed,  to  reach  her  destination  considerably  within 
that  time.  The  greater  part  of  the  passengers 
from  Brindisi  were  bound  for  India,  —  some  for 
Bombay,  others  for  Calcutta  by  way  of  Bombay, 
the  nearest  route  thither,  now  that  a  railway 
crosses  the  Indian  peninsula.  Among  the  pas- 
sengers was  a  number  of  officials  and  military 
officers  of  various  grades,  the  latter  being  either 
attached  to  the  regular  British  forces,  or  command- 
ing the  Sepoy  troops  and  receiving  high  salaries 
ever  since  the  central  government  has  assumed  the 
powers  of  the  East  India  Company;  for  the  sub-lieu- 
tenants get  £280,  brigadiers,  £2,400,  and  generals 
of  division,  £4,000.  What  with  the  military 
men,  a  number  of  rich  young  Englishmen  on  their 
travels,  and  the  hospitable  effi)rts  of  the  purser, 


60        The  Tour  of  the  Wo7'ld  in  Eighty  Days. 

the  time  passed  quickly  on  the  Mongolia.  The 
best  of  fare  was  spread  upon  the  cabin  tables  at 
breakfast,  lunch,  dinner,  and  the  eight  o'clock 
supper,  and  the  ladies  scrupulously  changed  their 
toilets  twice  a  day;  and  the  hours  were  whiled 
away,  when  the  sea  was  tranquil,  with  music, 
dancing,  and  games. 

But  the  Red  Sea  is  full  of  caprice,  and,  as  its 
gidfs  are  long  and  narrow,  too  often  boisterous. 
When  the  wind  came  from  the  African  or  Asian 
coast,  the  Mongolia,  with  her  long  hull,  rolled 
fearfully.  Then  the  ladies  speedily  disappeared 
below ;  the  pianos  were  silent ;  singing  and  dan- 
cing suddenly  ceased.  Yet  the  good  ship  ploughed 
straight  on,  unretarded  by  wind  or  wave,  towards 
the  narrows  of  Bab-el-Mandeb.  What  was  Phileas 
Fogg  doing  all  this  time?  It  might  be  thought 
that,  in  his  anxiety,  he  would  be  constantly  watch- 
ing the  changes  of  the  wind,  the  disorderly  raging  of 
t*ne  billows,  —  every  chance,  in  short,  which  might 
force  the  Mongolia  to  slacken  her  speed,  and 
thus  interrupt  his  journey.  But  if  he  thought  of 
these  possibilities,  he  did  not  betray  the  fact  by 
any  outward  sign. 

Always  the  same  impassible  member  of  the 
Reform  Club,  whom  no  incident  could  surprise,  as 
unmoved  as  the  chronometers,  and  seldom  having 
the  curiosity  even  to  go  upon  the  deck,  he 
passed  through  the  memorable  scenes  of  the  Red 
Sea  with  cold  indifference;  did  not  care  to  recog- 
nize the  historic  towns  and  villages  which,  along 
its  borders,  raised  their  picturesque  outlines  against 
the  sky ;  and  betrayed  no  fear  of  the  dangers   of 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.        61 

the  Arabic  Gulf,  which  the  old  historians  always 
spoke  of  with  horror,  and  upon  which  the  ancient 
navigators  never  ventured  without  propitiating 
the  gods  by  ample  sacrifices.  How  did  this  eccen- 
tric personage  pass  his  time  on  the  Mongolia'?  He 
made  his  four  hearty  meals  every  day,  regardless 
of  the  most  persistent  rolling  and  pitching  on  the 
part  of  the  steamer ;  and  he  played  whist  inde- 
fatigably,  for  he  had  found  partners  as  enthu- 
siastic in  the  game  as  himself.  A  tax-collector, 
on  the  way  to  his  post  at  Goa ;  the  Rev. 
Decimus  Smith,  returning  to  his  parish  at  Bom- 
bay ;  and  a  brigadier-general  of  the  English  army, 
who  was  about  to  rejoin  his  brigade  at  Benares, 
made  np  the  party,  and,  with  Mr.  Fogg,  played 
whist  by  the  hour  together  in  absorbing  silence. 

As  for  Passepartout,  he,  too,  had  escaped  sea- 
sickness, and  took  his  meals  conscientiously  in  the 
forward  cabin.  He  rather  enjoyed  the  voj-age, 
for  he  was  well  fed  and  well  lodged,  took  a  great 
interest  in  the  scenes  through  which  they  were 
passing,  and  consoled  himself  with  the  delusion 
that  his  master's  whim  would  end  at  Bombay. 
He  was  pleased,  on  the  day  after  leaving  Suez,  to 
find  on  deck  the  obliging  person  with  whom  he 
had  walked  and  chatted  on  the  qnays. 

"  If  I  am  not  mistaken,"  said  he,  approaching 
this  person  w^ith  his  most  amiable  smile,  "  you 
are  the  gentleman  who  so  kindly  volunteered  to 
guide  me  at  Suez  1 " 

"  Ah  I  I  quite  recognize  you.  You  are  the 
servant  of  the   strange  Englishman  —  " 

"  Just  so,  Monsieur  —  " 


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^'  Fix." 

"  Monsieur  Fix,"  resumed  Passepartout,  "  I  'm 
charmed  to  find  j^ou  on  board.  Where  are  3'ou 
bound  ^ " 

''Like  3^011,  to  Bombay." 

"That's  capital!  Have  you  made  this  trip 
before]" 

"  Several  times.  I  am  one  of  the  agents  of  the 
Peninsula  Company." 

"  Then  you  know  India  1 " 

"Why — yes,"  replied  Fix,  who  spoke  cau- 
tiously. 

"  A  curious  place,  this  India  1 " 

"0,  very  curious.  Mosques,  minarets,  tem- 
ples, fakirs,  pagodas,  tigers,  snakes,  elephants ! 
I  hope  you  will  have  ample  time  to  see  the 
sights." 

"  I  hope  so,  Monsieur  Fix.  You  see,  a  man  of 
sound  sense  ought  not  to  spend  his  life  jumping 
from  a  steamer  upon  a  railway  train,  and  from  a 
railway  train  upon  a  steamer  again,. pretending  to 
make  the  tour  of  the  world  in  eighty  days  !  No  ; 
all  these  gymnastics,  you  may  be  sure,  will  cease 
at  Bombay." 

"  And  Mr.  Fogg  is  getting  on  well  1 "  asked  Fix, 
in  the  most  natural  tone  in  the  w^orld. 

"  Quite  well,  and  I  too.  I  eat  like  a  famished 
ogre  ;  it 's  the  sea  air." 

"But  I  never  see  your  master  on  deck." 

"Never;  he  hasn't  the  least  curiosity." 

"Do  you  know,  Mr.  Passepartout,  that  this 
pretended  tour  in  eighty  days  may  conceal  some 
secret  errand,  —  perhaps  a  diplomatic  mission  1 " 


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"Faith,  Monsieur  Fix,  I  assure  you  I  know 
nothing  about  it,  nor  would  I  give  half  a  crown  to 
find  out." 

After  this  meeting,  Passepartout  and  Fix  got 
into  the  habit  of  chatting  together,  the  latter 
making  it  a  point  to  gain  the  worthy  man's  confi- 
dence. He  frequently  offered  him  a  glass  of 
whiskey  or  pale  ale  in  the  steamer  bar-room,  which 
Passepartout  never  failed  to  accept  with  graceful 
alacrit}',  mentally  pronouncing  Fix  the  best  of 
good  fellows. 

Meanwhile  the  Mongolia  w^as  pushing  forward 
rapidly;  on  the  13th,  Mocha,  surrounded  by  its 
ruined  walls  whereon  date-trees  were  growing,  was 
sighted,  and  on  the  mountains  beyond  w^ere  espied 
vast  coffee-fields.  Passepartout  w^as  ravished  to 
behold  this  celebrated  place,  and  thought  that, 
with  its  circular  walls  and  dismantled  fort,  it 
looked  like  an  immense  coffee  cup  and  saucer. 
The  following  night  they  passed  through  the  Strait 
of  Bab-el-Mandeb,  w^iich  means  in  Arabic  '-'  The 
Bridge  of  Tears,"  and  the  next  day  they  put  in  at 
Steamer  Point,  northwest  of  Aden  harbor,  to  take 
on  coal.  This  matter  of  fueling  steamers  is  a 
serious  one  at  such  distances  from  the  coal  mines ; 
it  costs  the  Peninsula  Company  some  eight  hun- 
dred thousand  pounds  a  year.  In  these  distant 
seas,  coal  is  worth  three  or  four  pounds  sterling  a 
ton. 

The  Mongolia  had  still  sixteen  hundred  and  fifty 
miles  to  traverse  before  reaching  Bombay,  and 
w^as  obliged  to  remain  four  hours  at  Steamer  Point 
to  coal  up.     But  this  delay,  as  it  was  foreseen,  did 


64       The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

not  affect  Phileas  Fogg's  programme ;  besides,  the 
Mongolia,  instead  of  reaching  Aden  on  the  morn- 
ing of  the  15th,  when  she  was  due,  arrived  there 
on  the  evening  of  the  14th,  a  gain  of  fifteen 
hours. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  his  servant  went  ashore  at  Aden 
to  have  the  passport  again  vis^cZ  ;  Fix,  unobserved, 
followed  them.  The  visa  procured,  Mr.  Fogg  re- 
turned on  board  to  resume  his  former  habits ; 
while  Passepartout,  according  to  custom,  saun- 
tered about  among  the  mixed  population  of  Soman- 
lis,  Banyans,  Parsees,  Jews,  Arabs,  and  Europeans 
who  comprise  the  twenty-five  thousand  inhab- 
itants of  Aden.  He  gazed  with  wonder  upon 
the  fortifications  which  make  this  place  the  Gib- 
raltar of  the  Indian  Ocean,  and  the  vast  cisterns 
where  the  English  engineers  were  still  at  work, 
two  thousand  years  after  the  engineers  of  Solomon. 

"  Very  curious,  very  curious,"  said  Passepartout 
to  himself,  on  returning  to  the  steamer.  ''  I  see 
that  it  is  by  no  means  useless  to  travel,  if  a  man 
wants  to  see  something  new."  At  six  p.  m.  the 
Mongolia  slowly  moved  out  of  the  roadstead,  and 
was  soon  once  more  on  the  Indian  Ocean.  She 
had  a  hundred  and  sixty-eight  hours  in  which  to 
reach  Bombay,  and  the  sea  was  favorable,  the  wind 
being  in  the  northwest,  and  all  sails  aiding  the 
engine.  The  steamer  rolled  but  little,  the  ladies, 
in  fresh  toilets,  reappeared  on  deck,  and  the  sing- 
ing and  dancing  were  resumed.  The  trip  was  being 
accomplished  most  successfully,  and  Passepartout 
was  enchanted  with  the  congenial  companion 
which  chance  had  secured  him  in  the   person  of 


The  Tout  of  tht  World  in  El<jhti/  Days.        O,") 

the  delightful  Fix.  On  Sunday,  October  20th, 
towards  noon,  they  came  in  sight  of  the  Indian 
coast  :  two  hours  later,  the  pilot  came  on  board. 
A  range  of  hills  lay  against  the  sky  in  the  horizon, 
and  soon  the  rows  of  palms  which  adorn  Bom- 
bay came  distinctly  into  view.  The  steamer 
entered  the  road  formed  by  the  islands  in  the  bay, 
and  at  half  past  four  she  hauled  up  at  the  quays 
of  Bombay. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  in  the  act  of  finishing  tlie 
thirty-third  rubber  of  the  voyage,  and  his  partner 
and  himself  having,  by  a  bold  stroke,  captured  all 
thirteen  of  the  tricks,  concluded  this  fine  cam- 
paign with  a  brilliant  victory. 

The  Mongolia  was  due  at  Bombay  on  the  2 2d  ; 
she  arrived  on  the  20th.  This  was  a  gain  to 
Phileas  Fogg  of  two  days  since  his  departure  from 
London,  and  he  calmly  entered  the  fact  in  the 
itinerary,  in  the  column  of  gains. 


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IN   WHICH   PASSEPARTOUT    IS   ONLY  TOO    GLAD   TO  GET 
OFF  WITH  THE  LOSS  OF  HIS  SHOES. 

VERYBODY  knows  that  the  great  reversed 
triangle  of  land,  with  its  base  in  the 
north  and  its  apex  in  the  south,  which  is 
called  India,  embraces  fourteen  hundred 
thousand  square  miles,  upon  which  is  spread  un- 
equally a  population  of  one  hundred  and  eighty 
millions  of  souls.  The  British  crown  exercises  a 
real  and  despotic  dominion  over  the  larger  portieli 
of  this  vast  country,  and  has  a  governor-general  sta- 
tioned at  Calcutta,  governors  at  Madras,  Bomba}", 
and  in  Bengal,  and  a  lieutenant-governor  at  Agra. 
But  British  India  properly  so  called  only  em- 
braces seven  hundred  thousand  square  miles,  and 
a  population  of  from  one  hundred  to  one  hundred 
and  ten  millions  of  inhabitants.  A  considerable 
portion  of  India  is  still  free  from  British  author- 
ity ;  and  there  are  certain  ferocious  rajahs  in  the 
interior,  who  are  absolutely  independent.  The 
celebrated  East  India  Company  was  all  powerful 
from  1756,  when  the  English  first  gained  a  foot- 
hold on  the  spot  where  now  stands  the  city  of 
Madras,  down  to  the  time  of  the  great  Sepoy 
insurrection.  It  gradually  annexed  province  after 
province,  purchasing  them  of  the  native  chiefs, 
whom  it  seldom  paid,  and  appointed  the  governor- 


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general  aud  his  subordinates,  civil  and  military. 
But  the  East  India  Company  has  now  passed 
away,  leaving  the  British  possessions  in  India 
directly  under  the  control  of  the  crown.  The 
aspect  of  the  country,  as  well  as  the  manners 
and    distinctions   of  race,  is    daily  changing. 

Formerly  one  was  obliged  to  travel  in  India  by 
the  old  cumbrous  methods  of  going  on  foot  or  on 
horseback,  in  palanquins  or  unwieldy  coaches ; 
now,  fast  steamboats  ply  on  the  Indus  and  the 
Ganges,  and  a  great  railway,  with  branch  lines 
joining  the  main  line  at  many  points  on  its  route, 
traverses  the  peninsula  from  Bombay  to  Calcutta 
in  three  days.  This  railway  does  not  run  in  a 
direct  line  across  India.  The  distance  between 
Bombay  and  Calcutta,  as  the  bird  flies,  is  only 
from  one  thousand  to  eleven  hundred  miles  ;  but 
the  deflections  of  the  road  increase  this  distance 
by  more  than  a  third. 

The  general  route  of  the  Great  Indian  Pen- 
insula Railway  is  as  follows  :  Leaving  Bombay,  it 
passes  through  Salcette,  crosses  the  continent 
opposite  Tannah,  goes  over  the  chain  of  the  West- 
ern Ghauts,  runs  thence  northeast  as  far  as  Bur- 
hampour,  skirts  the  nearly  independent  territory 
of  Bundelcund,  ascends  to  Allahabad,  tm-ns  thence 
eastwardly,  meeting  the  Ganges  at  Benares,  then 
departs  from  the  river  a  little,  and,  descending- 
southeastward  by  Burdivan  and  the  French  town 
of  Chandernagor,  reaches  the  end  of  the  line  at 
Calcutta. 

The  passengers  of  the  Mongolia  went  ashore  at 
half  past  four  p.  m.  ;  at  exactly  eight  the  train 
v.-ould  start  for  Calcutta. 


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Mr.  Fogg,  after  bidding  good  by  to  his  whist 
partners,  left  the  steamer,  gave  his  servant  several 
errands  to  do,  urged  it  upon  him  to  be  at  the 
station  promptly  at  eight,  and,  with  his  regular 
gait,  which  beat  to  the  second,  like  an  astronomical 
clock,  directed  his  steps  to  the  passport  office.  As 
for  the  wonders  of  Bombay,  —  its  famous  city  hall, 
its  s|)lendid  library,  its  forts  and  docks,  its  bazaars, 
mosques,  synagogues,  its  Armenian  churches,  and  the 
noble  pagoda  on  Male  bar  Hill  with  its  two  polygonal 
towers,  —  he  cared  not  a  straw^  to  see  them.  He 
would  not  deign  to  examine  even  the  masterpieces 
of  Elephanta,  or  the  mysterious  hypogea,  concealed 
southeast  from  the  docks,  or  those  fine  remains  of 
Buddhist  architecture,  the  Kanherian  grotto  of 
the  island  of  Salcette. 

Having  transacted  his  business  at  the  passport 
office,  Phileas  Fogg  repaired  quietly  to  the  railway 
station,  where  he  ordered  dinner.  Among  the 
dishes  served  up  to  him,  the  landlord  especially 
recommended  a  certain  giblet  of  '*  native  rabbit," 
on  wdiich  he  prided  himself. 

Mr.  Fogg  accordingly  tasted  the  dish,  but,  de- 
spite its  spiced  sauce,  found  it  far  from  palatable. 
He  rang  for  the  landlord,  and  on  his  appearance, 
said,  fixing  his  clear  eyes  upon  him,  "  Is  this  rab- 
bit, sir  1 " 

"Yes,  my  lord,"  the  rogue  boldly  replied,  "rab- 
bit from  the  jungles." 

"  And  tliis  rabbit  did  not  mew,  when  he  was 
killed  r' 

"  Mew,  my  lord  I  what,  a  rabbit  mew  !  1  swear 
to  you  —  " 


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"  Be  so  good,  landlord,  as  not  to  swear,  but 
remember  this  :  cats  were  formerly  considered,  in 
India,  as  sacred  animals.  That  was  a  good  time." 
*'  For  the  cats,  mv  lord  1 " 
*'  Perhaps  for  the  travellers  as  well  ! " 
After  which  Mr.  Fogg  quietly  continued  his 
dinner.  Fix  had  gone  on  shore  fchortly  after  ^Ir. 
Fogg,  and  his  first  destination  was  the  head- 
quarters of  the  Bombay  police.  He  made  himself 
known  as  a  London  detective,  told  his  business 
at  Bombay,  and  the  position  of  affairs  relative  to 
the  supposed  robber,  and  nervously  asked  if  a 
warrant  had  arrived  from  London.  It  had  not 
reached  the  office;  indeed,  there  had  not  yet  been 
time  for  it  to  arrive.  Fix  w^as  sorely  disajDpointed, 
and  tried  to  obtain  an  order  of  arrest  from  the 
director  of  the  Bombay  police.  This  the  director 
refused,  as  the  matter  concerned  the  London  of- 
fice, which  alone  could  legally  deliver  the  warrant. 
Fix  did  not  insist,  and  was  fain  to  resign  himself 
to  aw^ait  the  an-ival  of  the  important  document ; 
but  he  was  determined  not  to  lose  sight  of  the 
mysterious  rogue  as  long  as  he  stayed  in  Bombay. 
He  did  not  doubt  for  a  moment,  any  more  than 
Passepartout,  that  Phileas  Fogg  would  remain 
there,  at  least  until  it  was  time  for  the  warrant 
to  arrive. 

Passeparto\it,  however,  had  no  sooner  heard  his 
master's  orders  on  leaving  the  Mongolia,  than  he 
saw  at  once  that  they  were  to  leave  Bombay  as 
they  had  done  Suez  and  Paris,  and  that  the  journey 
would  be  extended  at  least  as  far  as  Calcutta,  and 
perhaps  beyond  that  place.     He  began  to  ask  him- 


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self  if  this  bet  that  Mr.  Fogg  talked  about  was' 
not  really  in  good  earnest,  and  whether  his  fate 
was  not  in  truth  forcing  him,  despite  his  love  of 
repose,  around  the  world  in  eighty  days  ! 

Having  purchased  the  usual  quota  of  shirts  and 
shoes,  he  took  a  leisurely  promenade  about  the 
streets,  where  crowds  of  people  of  many  nationali- 
ties —  Europeans,  Persians  with  pointed  caps,  Bun- 
yas  with  round  turbans,  Sindes  with  square  bon- 
nets, Parsees  with  black  mitres,  and  long-robed 
Armenians  —  were  collected.  It  happened  to  be 
the  day  of  a  Parsee  festival.  These  descendants 
of  the  sect  of  Zoroaster,  the  most  thrifty,  civilized, 
intelligent,  and  austere  of  the  East  Indians,  among 
Avhom  are  counted  the  richest  native  merchants 
of  Bombay,  were  celebrating  a  sort  of  religious 
carnival,  with  processions  and  shows,  in  the  midst 
of  which  Indian  dancing-girls,  clothed  in  rose-col- 
ored gauze,  looped  up  with  gold  and  silver,  danced 
airily,  but  with  perfect  modesty,  to  the  sound  of 
viols  and  the  clanging  of  tambom'ines.  It  is  need- 
less to  say  that  Passepartout  watched  these  curious 
ceremonies  with  staring  eyes  and  gaping  month, 
and  that  his  countenance  was  that  of  the  greenest 
booby  imaginable. 

Unhappily  for  his  master,  as  well  as  himself,  his 
curiosity  drew  him  unconsciously  farther  off  than 
he  intended  to  go.  At  last,  having  seen  the  Par- 
see  carnival  wind  away  in  the  distance,  he  was 
turning  his  steps  towards  the  station,  wlien  he 
happened  to  espy  the  splendid  pagoda  on  Malebar 
Hill,  and  was  seized  with  an  irresistible  desire  to 
see  its  interior.     He  was  quite  ignorant  that  it  is 


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forbidden  to  Christians  to  enter  certain  Indian 
temples,  and  that  even  the  faithful  must  not  go 
in  without  first  leaving  their  shoes  outside  the 
door.  It  may  be  said  here  that  the  Tvise  policy 
of  the  British  government  severely  punishes  a 
disregard  of  the  practices  of  the  native  religions. 

Passepartout,  however,  thinking  no  harm,  went 
in  like  a  simple  tourist,  and  was  soon  lost  in 
admiration  of  the  splendid  Brahmin  ornamenta- 
tion which  everywhere  met  his  eyes,  when  of  a 
sudden  he  found  himself  sprawling  on  the  sacred 
flagging.  He  looked  up  to  behold  three  enraged 
priests,  who  forthwith  fell  upon  him,  tore  off  his 
shoes,  and  began  to  beat  him,  with  loud,  savage 
exclamations.  The  agile  Frenchman  was  soon 
upon  his  feet  again,  and  lost  no  time  in  knocking 
down  two  of  his  long-gowned  adversaries  with  his 
fists  and  a  vigorous  application  of  his  toes ;  then, 
rushing  out  of  the  pagoda  as  fast  as  his  legs  could 
carry  him,  he  soon  escaped  the  third  priest  by 
mingling  with  the  crowd   in  the  streets. 

At  five  minutes  before  eight,  Passepartout,  hat- 
less,  shoeless,  and  having  in  the  squabble  lost  his 
package  of  shirts  and  shoes,  rushed  breathlessly 
into  the  station. 

Fix,  who  had  followed  Mr.  Fogg  to  the  station, 
and  saw  that  he  was  really  going  to  leave  Bombay, 
was  there,  upon  the  platform.  He  had  resolved 
to  follow  the  supposed  robber  to  Calcutta,  and 
farther,  if  necessary.  Passepartout  did  not  ob- 
serve the  detective,  who  stood  in  an  obscure 
corner  ;  but  Fix  heard  him  relate  his  adventurer 
in  a  few  words  to  Mr.  Fogg. 


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"  I  hope  that  this  will  not  happen  again,"  said 
Phileas  Fogg,  coldly,  as  he  got  into  the  train. 
Poor  Passepartout,  quite  crestfallen,  followed  his 
master  without  a  word.  Fix  was  on  the  point  of 
entering  another  carriage,  when  an  idea  struck 
him  which  induced  him  to  alter  his  plan. 

"  No,  1  '11  stay,"  muttered  he.  "  An  offence  has 
been  committed  on  Indian  soil.  1  've  got  my 
man." 

Just  then  the  locomotive  gave  a  sharp  screech, 
and  the  train  passed  out  into  the  darkness  of  the 
night. 


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XI. 


IX  WHICH   PHILEAS    FOGG   SECURES  A   CURIOUS   MEAN9 
OF  CONVEYANCE  AT  A  FABULOUS  PRICE. 

HE  train  had  started  exactly  on  time. 
Among  tlie  passengers  were  a  number  of 
officers,  government  officials,  and  opium 
and  indigo  merchants,  whose  business 
called  them  to  the  eastern  coast.  Passepartout 
rode  in  the  same  carriage  with  his  master,  and 
a  third  passenger  occupied  a  seat  opposite  to 
them.  This  was  Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  one  of 
Mr.  Fogg's  whist  partners  on  the  Mongolia,  now 
on  his  way  to  join  his  corps  at  Benares.  Sir  Fran- 
cis was  a  tall,  fair  man  of  fifty,  who  had  greatly 
distinguished  himself  in  the  last  Sepoy  revolt. 
He  made  India  his  home,  only  paying  brief  visits 
to  England  at  rare  intervals  ;  and  was  almost  as 
fiimiliar  as  a  native  with  the  customs,  history, 
and  character  of  India  and  its  people.  But  Phileas 
Fogg,  who  was  not  travelling,  but  only  describing 
a  circumference,  took  no  piins  to  inquire  into 
these  subjects  ;  he  was  a  solid  body,  traversing  an 
orbit  around  the  terrestrial  globe,  according  to  the 
laws  of  rational  mechanics.  He  was  at  this  mo- 
ment calculating  in  his  mind  the  number  of  hours 
spent  since  his  departure  from  London,  and,  had 
it  been  in  his  nature  to  make  a  useless  demonstra- 
tion, would  have  rubbed  his  hands  for  satisfaction. 
4 


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Sir  Francis  Cromarty  had  observed  the  oddity  of 
his  travelHng  companion, — although  the  only  op- 
portunity he  had  had  for  studying  him  had  been 
while  he  was  dealing  the  cards,  and  between  two 
rubbers, — and  questioned  himself  whether  a  hu- 
man heart  really  beat  beneath  this  cold  exte- 
rior, and  whether  Phileas  Fogg  had  any  sense  of 
the  beauties  of  nature.  The  brigadier-general  was 
free  to  mentally  confess,  that,  of  all  the  eccentric 
persons  he  had  ever  met,  none  was  comparable  to 
this  product  of  the  exact  sciences. 

Phileas  Fogg  had  not  concealed  from  Sir  Fran- 
cis his  design  of  going  round  the  world,  nor  the  cir- 
cumstances under  which  he  set  out  :  and  the  general 
only  saw  in  the  wager  a  useless  eccentricity,  and  a 
lack  of  sound  common-sense.  In  the  way  this 
strange  gentleman  was  going  on,  he  would  leave 
the  world  without  having  done  any  good  to  him- 
self or  anybody  else. 

An  hour  after  leaving  Bombay  the  train  had 
passed  the  viaducts  and  the  island  of  Salcette,  and 
had  got  into  the  open  country.  At  Callyan  they 
reached  the  junction  of  the  branch  line  which  de- 
scends towards  southeastern  India  hy  Kandallah 
and  Pounah ;  and,  passing  Pauwell,  they  entered 
the  defiles  of  the  mountains,  with  their  basalt 
bases,  and  their  summits  crowned  with  thick  and 
verdant  forests.  Phileas  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis 
Cromarty  exchanged  a  few  words  from  time  to 
time,  and  now  Sir  Francis,  reviving  the  conversa- 
tion, observed,  "Some  years  ago,  Mr.  Fogg,  you 
would  have  met  with  a  delay  at  this  point,  which 
would  probably  have  lost  you  your  wager." 


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*'  How  so,  Sir  Francis  1 " 

"  Because  the  railway  stopped  at  the  base  of 
these  mountains,  which  the  passengers  were  obhged 
to  cross  in  palanquins  or  on  ponies  to  Kandallah,  on 
the  other  side." 

"  Such  a  delay  would  not  have  deranged  my 
plans  in  the  least,"  said  Mr.  Fogg.  "  I  have  con- 
stantly foreseen  the  likelihood  of  certain  obsta- 
cles." " 

"  But,  Mr.  Fogg,"  pursued  Sir  Francis,  "  you 
run  the  risk  of  having  some  difficulty  about  this 
worthy  fellow's  adventure  at  the  pagoda."  Passe- 
partout, his  feet  comfortaljly  wrapped  in  his  trav- 
elling-blanket, was  sound  asleep,  and  did  not 
dream  that  anybody  was  talking  about  him. 
'*  The  government  is  very  severe  upon  that  kind 
of  offence.  It  takes  particular  care  that  the  re- 
ligious customs  of  the  Indians  should  be  respected, 
and  if  your  servant  were  caught  —  " 

''Very  well.  Sir  Francis,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg ;  "  if 
he  had  been  caught  he  would  have  been  con- 
demned and  punished,  and  then  would  have 
quietly  returned  to  Europe.  I  don't  see  how 
this  affjiir  could  have  delayed  his  master." 

The  conversation  fell  again.  During  the  night 
the  train  left  the  mountains  behind,  and  passed 
Nassik,  and  the  next  day  proceeded  over  the  fiat, 
well-cultivated  country  of  the  Khandeish,  with  its 
straggling  villages,  above  which  rose  the  minarets 
of  the  pagodas.  This  fertile  territory  is  watered 
by  numerous  small  rivers  and  limpid  streams, 
mostly  flowing  into  or  out  of  the  Godavery. 

Passepartout,  on  waking  and  looking  out,  could 


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not  realize  that  he  was  actualh^  crossing  India  in 
a  railway  train.  The  locomotive,  guided  by  an 
English  engineer  and  fed  with  English  coal,  threw 
out  its  smoke  upon  cotton,  coftee,  nutmeg,  clove, 
and  pepper  plantations,  while  the  steam  curled  in 
spirals  around  groups  of  palm-trees,  in  the  midst 
of  which  were  seen  picturesque  bungalows,  viharis 
(a  sort  of  abandoned  monasteries),  and  marvellous 
temples  enriched  by  the  exhaustless  ornamenta- 
tion of  Indian  architecture.  Then  they  came 
upon  vast  tracts  extending  to  the  horizon,  with 
jungles  inhabited  by  snakes  and  tigers,  which  fled 
at  the  noise  of  the  train;  succeeded  by  forests 
penetrated  by  the  railway,  and  still  haunted  by 
elephants  which,  with  pensive  eyes,  gazed  at  the 
train  as  it  passed.  The  travellers  crossed,  beyond 
Malligaum,  the  fatal  country  so  often  stained 
with  blood  by  the  sectaries  of  the  goddess  Kali. 
Not  far  off  rose  Ellora,  with  its  graceful  pagodas, 
and  the  famous  Aurungabad,  capital  of  the  fero- 
cious Aurcng-Zeb,  now  the  chief  town  of  one  of  the 
detached  provinces  of  the  kingdom  of  the  Nizam. 
It  was  thereabouts  that  Feringhea,  the  Thuggee 
chief,  king  of  the  stranglers,  held  his  sway.  These 
ruffians,  united  by  a  secret  bond,  strangled  victims 
of  every  age  in  honor  of  the  goddess  Death,  with- 
out ever  shedding  blood  :  there  was  a  period  when 
this  part  of  the  country  could  scarcely  be  travelled 
over  without  corpses  being  found  in  every  direc- 
tion. The  English  government  has  succeeded  in 
greatly  diminishing  these  murders,  though  the 
Thuggees  still  exist,  and  pursue  the  exercise  of 
tlieir  horrible  rites. 


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At  half  past  twelve  the  train  stopped  at  Bur- 
hainpour,  where  Passepartout  was  able  to  pur- 
chase some  Indian  slippers  ornamented  with  false 
pearls,  in  which,  with  evident  vanity,  he  proceeded 
to  incase  his  feet.  The  travellers  made  a  hasty 
breakfast,  and  started  off  for  Assurghur,  after 
skirting  for  a  little  the  banks  of  the  small  river 
Tapty,  which  empties  into  the  Gulf  of  Cambay, 
near  Surat. 

Passepartout  was  now  plunged  into  absorbing* 
revery.  Up  to  his  arrival  at  Bombay,  he  had  en- 
tertained hopes  that  their  journey  would  end 
there ;  but  now  that  they  were  plainly  whirling 
across  India  at  full  speed,  a  sudden  change  had 
come  over  the  spirit  of  his  dreams.  His  old  vaga- 
bond nature  returned  to  him  ;  the  fantastic  ideas 
of  his  youth  once  more  took  possession  of  him. 
He  came  to  regard  his  master's  project  as  intended 
in  good  earnest,  believed  in  the  reality  of  the  bet, 
and  therefore  in  the  tour  of  the  world,  and  the 
necessity  of  making  it  without  fail  within  the 
designated  period.  Already  he  began  to  worry 
about  possible  delays,  and  accidents  which  might 
liappen  on  the  way.  He  recognized  himself  as 
being  personally  interested  in  the  wager,  and 
trembled  at  the  thought  that  he  might  have  been 
the  means  of  losing  it  by  his  unpardonable  folly 
of  the  night  before.  Being  much  less  cool-headed 
than  Mr.  Fogg,  he  was  much  more  restless,  count- 
ing and  recounting  the  days  passed  over,  uttering 
maledictions  when  the  train  stopped,  and  accusing 
it  of  sluggishness,  and  mentally  blaming  Mr.  Fogg 
for  not  having  bribed  the  engineer.     The  worthy 


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fellow  was  ignorant  that,  while  it  was  possible  by 
iiuch  means  to  hasten  the  rate  of  a  steamer,  it 
could  not  be  done  on  the  railway. 

The  train  entered  the  defiles  of  the  Sutpoiu* 
Mountains,  which  separate  the  Khandeish  from 
Bundelcund,  towards  evening.  The  next  day  Sir 
Francis  Cromarty  asked  Passepartout  what  time 
it  was ;  to  which,  on  consulting  his  watch,  he  re- 
plied that  it  was  three  in  the  morning.  This 
famous  time-piece,  always  regulated  on  the  Green- 
wich meridian,  which  was  now  some  seventy-seven 
degrees  westward,  was  at  least  four  hours  slow. 
Sir  Francis  corrected  Passepartout's  time,  where- 
upon the  latter  made  the  same  remark  that  he 
had  done  to  Fix ;  and  upon  the  general  insisting 
that  the  watch  should  be  regulated  in  each  new 
meridian,  since  he  was  constantly  going  eastward, 
that  is,  in  the  face  of  the  sun,  and  therefore  the 
days  were  shorter  by  four  minutes  for  each  degree 
gone  over,  Passepartout  obstinately  refused  to 
alter  his  watch,  which  he  kept  at  London  time. 
It  was  an  innocent  delusion  which  could  harm  no 
one. 

The  train  stopped,  at  eight  o'clock,  in  the  midst 
of  a  glade  some  fifteen  miles  beyond  Rothal,  where 
there  were  several  bungalows  and  workmen's 
cabins.  The  conductor,  passing  along  the  car- 
riages, shouted,  "  Passengers  will  get  out  here  !  " 

Phileas  Fogg  looked  at  Sir  Francis  Cromarty 
for  an  explanation  ;  but  the  general  could  not  tell 
what  meant  a  hnlt  in  the  midst  of  this  forest  of 
dates  and  acacias. 

Passepartout,  not  less  surprised,  I'ushed  out  and 


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speedily  returned,  crying,  "  Monsieur,  no  more 
railway  ! " 

"  What  do  you  mean  % "  asked  Sir  Francis. 

"  I  mean  to  say  that  the  train  is  n't  going  on." 

The  general  at  once  stepped  out,  while  Phi  leas 
Fogg  calmly  followed  him,  and  they  proceeded 
together  to  the  conductor. 

"Where  are  we]"  asked  Sir  Francis. 

''At  the  hamlet  of  Kholby." 

"  Do  we  stop  here  ] " 

**  Certainly.     The  railway  is  n't  finished." 

"What!  not  finished r' 

"  No.  There  's  still  a  matter  of  fifty  miles  to 
be  laid  from  here  to  Allahabad,  where  the  line 
begins  again." 

"  But  the  papers  announced  the  opening  of  the 
railway  throughout." 

"What  would  you  have,  ofticer]  The  papers 
were  mistaken." 

"Yet  you  sell  tickets  from  Bombay  to  Cal- 
cutta," retorted  Sir  Francis,  who  was  growing 
warm. 

"No  doubt,"  replied  the  conductor;  "but  the 
passengers  know  that  they  must  provide  means  of 
transportation  for  themselves  from  Kholby  to 
Allahabad." 

Sir  Francis  was  furious.  Passepartout  would 
willingly  have  knocked  the  conductor  down,  and 
did  not  dare  to  look  at  his  master. 

"  Sir  Francis,"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  quietly,  "  we 
will,  if  you  please,  look  about  for  some  means  of 
conveyance  to  Allahabad." 

"  Mr.  Fogg,  this  is  a  delay  greatly  to  your  dis- 
advantagre." 


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"  No,  Sir  Francis  ;  it  was  foreseen." 

"  What  !     You  knew  that  the  way  —  " 

"  Not  at  all ;  but  I  knew  that  some  obstacle  or 
other  w^ould  sooner  or  later  arise  on  my  route. 
Nothing,  therefore,  is  lost.  I  have  two  days 
which  I  have  already  gained,  to  sacrifice.  A 
steamer  leaves  Calcutta  for  Hong  Kong  at  noon, 
on  the  25th.  This  is  the  22d,  and  we  shall 
reach  Calcutta  in  time." 

There  was  nothing  to  say  to  so  confident  a 
response. 

It  was  but  too  true  that  the  railway  came  to  a 
termination  at  this  point.  The  papers  were  like 
some  watches,  which  have  a  way  of  getting  too 
fast,  and  had  been  premature  in  their  announce- 
ment of  the  completion  of  the  line.  The  greater 
part  of  the  travellers  were  aware  of  this  interrup- 
tion, and,  leaving  the  train,  they  began  to  engage 
such  vehicles  as  the  village  could  provide,  —  fbur- 
wheeled  palkigharis,  wagons  drawn  by  zebus,  car- 
riages that  looked  like  perambulating  pagodas, 
palanquins,  ponies,  and  what  not. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  after 
searching  the  village  from  end  to  end,  came  back 
without  having  foiuid  anything. 

"I  shall  go  afoot,"  said  Phileas  Fogg. 

Passepartout,  who  had  now  rejoined  his  master, 
made  a  wry  grimace,  as  he  thought  of  his  magnifi- 
cent but  too  frail  Indian  shoes.  Happily  he  too 
had  been  looking  about  him,  and,  after  a  moment's 
hesitation,  said,  "  Monsieur,  I  think  I  have  found 
a  means  of  convevance." 

"Whatl" 


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*'  An  elephant  !  An  elephant  that  belongs  to 
an  Indian  who  lives  bnt  a  hundred  steps  from 
here." 

"Let's  go  and  see  the  elephant,"  replied  Mr. 
Fo,c"g. 

They  soon  reached  a  small  hut,  near  \\hich,  en- 
closed within  some  high  palings,  was  the  animal  in 
question.  An  Indian  came  out  of  the  hut,  and,  a.t 
their  request,  conducted  them  within  the  enclosure. 
The  elephant,  which  its  owner  had  reared,  not  for 
a  beast  of  burden,  but  for  warlike  purposes,  was 
half  domesticated.  The  Indian  had  begun  already, 
by  often  irritating  him,  and  feeding  him  every 
three  months  on  sugar  and  butter,  to  impart 
to  him  a  ferocity  not  in  his  nature,  this  method 
being  often  employed  by  those  who  train  the  In- 
dian elephants  for  battle.  Happily,  however,  for 
Mr.  Fogg,  the  animal's  instruction  in  this  direction 
had  not  gone  far,  and  the  elephant  still  preserved 
his  natural  gentleness.  Kiouni  —  this  was  the 
name  of  the  beast  —  could  doubtless  travel 
rapidly  for  a  long  time,  and,  in  default  of  any 
other  means  of  conveyance,  Mr.  Fogg  resolved  to 
hire  him.  But  elephants  are  far  from  cheap  in 
India,  where  they  are  becoming  scarce  ;  the  males, 
which  alone  are  suitable  for  circus  shows,  are  much 
sought,  especially  as  but  few  of  them  are  domesti- 
cated. When,  therefore,  Mr.  Fogg  proposed  to 
the  Indian  to  hire  Kiouni,  he  refused  point-blank. 
Mr.  Fogg  persisted,  ofteriug  the  excessive  sum  of 
ten  pounds  an  hour  for  the  loan  of  the  beast  to 
Allahabad.  Refused.  Twenty  pounds  ?  Eefused 
also.      Forty   pounds]      Still    refused.      Passepar- 


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tout  jumped  at  each  advance ;  but  the  Indian  de- 
clined to  be  tempted.  Yet  the  offer  was  an  allur- 
ing one,  for,  supposing  it  took  the  elephant  fifteen 
hours  to  reach  Allahabad,  his  owner  would  receive 
no  less  than  six  hundred  pounds  sterling. 

Phileas  Fogg,  without  getting  in  the  least  flur- 
ried, then  proposed  to  j^urchase  the  animal  out- 
riglit,  and  at  first  offered  a  thousand  pounds  for 
him.  The  Indian,  perhaps  thinking  he  was  going 
to  make  a  great  bargain,  still  refused. 

Sir  Francis  Cromarty  took  Mr.  Fogg  aside,  and 
begged  him  to  reflect  before  he  went  any  further  ; 
to  which  that  gentleman  replied  that  he  was  not 
in  the  habit  of  acting  rashly,  that  a  bet  of  twenty 
thousand  pounds  was  at  stake,  that  the  elephant 
was  absolutely  necessary  to  him,  and  that  he  would 
secure  him  if  he  had  to  pay  twenty  times  his  value. 
Returning  to  the  Indian,  whose  small,  sharp  eyes, 
glistening  with  avarice,  betrayed  that  with  him  it 
was  only  a  question  of  how  great  a  price  he  could 
obtain,  Mr.  Fogg  offered  first  twelve  hundred,  then 
fifteen  hundred,  eighteen  hundred,  two  thousand 
pounds.  Passepartout,  usually  so  rubicund,  was 
fairly  white  with  susjjense. 

At  two  thousand  pounds  the  Indian  yielded. 

"  What  a  price,  good  heaven  !  "  cried  Passepar- 
tout, "for  an  elephant !  " 

It  only  remained  now  to  find  a  guide,  which  was 
comparatively  easy.  A  young  Parsee,  with  an  intel- 
ligent face,  offered  his  services,  which  Mr.  Fogg 
accepted,  promising  so  generous  a  reward  as  to 
materially  stimulate  his  zeal.  The  elephant  was 
led  out  and  equipped.     The  Parsee,  who  was  an 


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accomplished  elephant  driver,  covered  his  back 
with  a  sort  of  saddle-cloth,  and  attached  to  each 
of  his  flanks  some  curiously  uncomfortable  how- 
dahs. 

Phileas  Fogg  paid  the  Indian  with  some  bank- 
notes which  he  extracted  from  the  famous  carpet- 
bag, a  proceeding  that  seemed  to  deprive  poor 
Passepartout  of  his  vitals.  Then  he  offered  to 
carry  Sir  Francis  to  Allahabad,  which  the  brigadier 
gi-atefully  accepted,  as  one  traveller  the  more  would 
not  be  likely  to  fatigue  the  gigantic  beast.  Provis- 
ions were  purchased  at  Kholby ;  and  while  Sir  Fran- 
cis and  Mr.  Fogg  took  the  howdahs  on  either  side, 
Passepartout  got  astride  the  saddle-cloth  between 
them.  The  Parsee  perched  himself  on  the  ele- 
phant's neck,  and  at  nine  o'clock  they  set  out  from 
the  village,  the  animal  marching  off"  through  the 
dense  forest  of  palms  by  the  shortest  cut. 


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XII. 


IN  WHICH  PHILEAS    FOGG  AND    HIS    COMPANIONS  VEN- 
TURE    ACROSS     THE     INDIAN     FORESTS,     AND    WHAT 

ENSUED. 

N  order  to  shorten  the  joiiriiey,  the  guide 
passed  to  the  left  of  the  hue  where  the 
railway  was  still  in  process  of  being 
built.  This  line,  owing  to  the  capricious 
turnings  of  the  Vindhia  Mountains,  did  not  pursue 
a  straight  course.  The  Parsee,  who  was  quite 
familiar  with  the  roads  and  paths  in  the  district, 
declared  that  they  would  gain  twenty  miles  by 
striking  directly  through  the  forest. 

Phileas  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  plunged 
to  the  neck  in  the  peculiar  howdahs  provided  for 
them,  were  horribly  jostled  by  the  swift  trotting 
of  the  elephant,  spurred  on  as  he  was  by  the  skil- 
ful Parsee ;  but  they  endured  the  discomfort  with 
true  British  phlegm,  talking  little,  and  scarcely 
able  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  each  other.  As  for 
Passepartout,  who  was  mounted  on  the  beast's 
back,  and  received  the  direct  force  of  each  concus- 
sion as  he  trod  along,  he  was  very  careful,  in  ac- 
cordance with  his  master's  advice,  to  keep  his 
tongue  from  between  his  teeth,  as  it  would  other- 
wise have  been  bitten  off  short.  The  worthy 
fellow  bounced  from  the  elephant's  neck  to  his 
rump,  and  vaulted  like  a  clown  on  a  spring-board ; 


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yet  he  laughed  in  the  midst  of  his  bouncing,  and 
from  time  to  time  took  a  piece  of  sugar  out  of  his 
pocket,  and  inserted  it  in  Kiouni's  trunk,  who  re- 
ceived it  without  in  the  least  slackening  his  regular 
trot. 

After  two  hours  the  guide  stopped  the  elephant, 
and  gave  him  an  hour  for  rest,  during  which  Ki- 
ouni,  after  quenching  his  thirst  at  a  neighboring 
spring,  set  to  devouring  the  branches  and  shrubs 
round  about  him.  Neither  Sir  Francis  nor  Mr. 
Fogg  regretted  the  delay,  and  both  descended  with 
a  feeling  of  relief  "Why,  he  's  made  of  iron!" 
exclaimed  the  general,  gazing  admiringly  on  Ki- 
ouni. 

"  Of  forged  iron,"  replied  Passepartout,  as  he 
set  about  preparing  a  hasty  breakfast. 

At  noon  the  Parsee  gave  the  signal  of  departure. 
The  country  soon  presented  a  very  savage  aspect. 
Copses  of  dates  and  dwarf-palms  succeeded  the  dense 
forests  ;  then  vast,  dry  plains,  dotted  with  scanty 
shrubs,  and  sown  with  great  blocks  of  syenites. 
All  this  portion  of  Bundelcund,  which  is  little  fre- 
quented by  travellers,  is  inhabited  by  a  fanatical 
population,  hardened  in  the  most  horrible  prac- 
tices of  the  Hindoo  faith.  The  English  have  not 
been  able  to  secure  complete  dominion  over  this 
territory,  which  is  subjected  to  the  influence  of 
rajahs,  whom  it  is  almost  impossible  to  reach 
in  their  inaccessible  mountain  fastnesses.  The 
travellers  several  times  saw  bands  of  ferocious 
Indians,  who,  when  they  perceived  the  elephant 
striding  across  country,  made  angry  and  threaten- 
ing motions.     The  Parsee  avoided  them  as  nnich 


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as  possible.  Few  animals  were  observed  on  the 
route ;  even  the  monkeys  hurried  from  their  path 
with  contortions  and  grimaces  which  convulsed 
Passepartout  with  laughter. 

In  the  midst  of  his  gayety,  however,  one  thought 
troubled  the  worthy  servant.  What  would  Mr. 
Fogg  do  with  the  elephant,  when  he  got  to  Alla- 
habad 1  Would  he  carry  him  on  with  him  1  Im- 
possible !  The  cost  of  transporting  him  would 
make  him  ruinously  expensive.  Would  he  sell 
him,  or  set  him  free  ]  The  estimable  beast  cer- 
tainly deserved  some  consideration.  Should  Mr. 
Fogg  choose  to  make  him,  Passepartout,  a  present 
of  Kiouni,  he  would  be  very  much  einbarrassed  ; 
and  these  thoughts  did  not  cease  worrying  him  for 
a  long  time. 

The  principal  chain  of  the  Vindhias  was  crossed 
by  eight  in  the  evening,  and  another  halt  was 
made  on  the  northern  slope,  in  a  ruined  bungalow. 
They  had  gone  nearly  twenty-five  miles  that  day, 
and  an  equal  distance  still  separated  them  from 
the  station  of  Allahabad. 

The  night  was  cold.  The  Parsee  lit  a  fire  in 
the  liungalow  with  a  few  dry  branches,  and  the 
warmth  was  very  grateful.  The  provisions  pur- 
chased at  Kholby  sufficed  for  supper,  and  the 
travellers  ate  ravenously.  The  conversation,  be- 
ginning with  a  few  disconnected  phrases,  soon 
gave  place  to  loud  and  steady  snores.  The 
guide  watched  Kiouni,  who  slept  standing,  bolster- 
ing himself  against  the  trunk  of  a  large  tree. 
Nothing  occurred  during  the  night  to  disturb 
the  slumberers,   altliough  occasional  growls  from 


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panthers  and  cbatterings  of  monkeys  broke  the 
silence ;  the  more  formidable  beasts  made  no 
cries  or  hostile  demonstration  against  the  occu- 
pants of  the  bungalow.  Sir  Francis  slept  heav- 
ily, like  an  honest  soldier  overcome  with  fatigue. 
Passepartout  was  wrapped  in  uneasy  dreams  of 
the  bouncing  of  the  day  before.  As  for  Mr.  Fogg, 
he  slumbered  as  peacefully  as  if  he  had  been  in 
his  serene  mansion  on  Saville  Row. 

The  journey  was  resumed  at  six  in  the  morning  : 
the  guide  hoped  to  reach  Allahabad  by  evening. 
In  that  case,  Mr.  Fogg  would  only  lose  a  part  of 
the  forty-eight  hours  saved  since  the  beginning  of 
the  tour.  Kiouni,  resuming  his  rapid  gait,  soon 
descended  the  lower  spurs  of  the  Yindhias,  and  to- 
wards noon  the}^  passed  by  the  village  of  Kallenger, 
on  the  Cani,  one  of  the  branches  of  the  Ganges. 
The  guide  avoided  inhabited  places,  thinking  it 
safer  to  keep  the  open  country,  which  lies  along 
the  first  depressions  of  the  basin  of  the  great 
river.  Allahabad  was  now  only  twelve  miles  to 
the  northeast.  They  stopped  under  a  clump  of 
bananas,  the  fruit  of  which,  as  healthy  as  bread 
and  as  succulent  as  cream,  was  amjDly  partaken 
of  and  appreciated. 

At  two  o'clock  the  guide  entered  a  thick  forest 
which  extended  several  miles ;  he  preferred  to 
travel  under  cover  of  the  woods.  They  had  not 
as  yet  had  any  unpleasant  encounters,  and  the 
journey  seemed  on  the  point  of  being  successfully 
accomplished,  when  the  elephant,  becoming  rest- 
less, suddenly  stopped. 

It  was  then  four  o'clock. 


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"What  's  the  matter T'  asked  Sir  Francis,  put- 
ting out  his  head. 

"  I  don't  know,  officer,"  rephed  the  Parsee,  Hst- 
ening  attentively  to  a  confused  murmur  which 
came  through  the  thick  branches. 

The  murmur  soon  became  more  distinct ;  it 
now  seemed  like  a  distant  concert  of  human 
voices  accompanied  by  brass  instruments.  Passe- 
partout was  all  eyes  and  ears.  Mr.  Fogg  patiently 
waited  without  a  word.  The  Parsee  jumped  to 
the  ground,  fastened  the  elephant  to  a  tree,  and 
plunged  into  the  thicket.  He  soon  returned 
saj^ing,  "  A  procession  of  Brahmins  is  coming 
this  way.  We  must  prevent  their  seeing  us,  if 
possible." 

The  guide  unloosed  the  elephant  and  led  him 
into  a  thicket,  at  the  same  time  asking  the  travel- 
lers not  to  stir.  He  held  himself  ready  to  bestride 
the  animal  at  a  moment's  notice,  should  flight  be- 
come necessary  ;  but  he  evidently  thought  that 
the  procession  of  the  fsiithful  would  pass  without 
perceiving  them  amid  the  thick  foliage,  in  which 
they  were  wholly  concealed. 

The  discordant  tones  of  the  voices  and  instru- 
ments drew  nearer,  and  now  droning  songs  min- 
gled with  the  sound  of  the  tambourines  and  cym- 
bals. The  head  of  the  procession  soon  appeared 
beneath  the  trees,  a  hundred  paces  away  ;  and 
the  strange  figures  who  performed  the  religious 
ceremony  were  easily  distinguished  through  the 
branches.  First  came  the  priests,  with  mitres  on 
their  heads,  and  clothed  in  long  lace  robes.  They 
were   surrounded  by  men,  women,  and  children. 


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who  sang  a  kind  of  lugubrious  psalm,  interrupted 
at  regular  intervals  by  the  tambourines  and  cym- 
bals;  while  behind  them  was  drawn  a  car  with 
large  wheels,  the  spokes  of  which  represented  ser- 
pents entwined  with  each  other.  Upon  the  car, 
which  was  drawn  by  four  richly  caparisoned  zebus, 
stood  a  hideous  statue  with  four  arms,  the  body 
colored  a  dull  red,  with  haggard  eyes,  dishevelled 
hair,  protruding  tongue,  and  lips  tinted  with  betel. 
It  stood  upright  upon  the  figure  of  a  prostrate  and 
headless  giant. 

Sir  Francis,  recognizing  the  statue,  whispered, 
"  The  goddess  Kali  ;  the  goddess  of  love  and 
death." 

"  Of  death,  perhaps,"  muttered  back  Passepar- 
tout, "  but  of  love — that  ugly  old  hag  ]     Never  !  " 

The  Parsee  made  a  motion  to  keep  silence. 

A  gToup  of  old  fiikirs  were  capering  and  making 
a  wild  ado  around  the  statue ;  these  were  striped 
with  ochre,  and  covered  with  cuts  whence  their 
blood  issued  drop  by  drop,  —  stupid  fanatics,  who, 
in  the  great  Indian  ceremonies,  still  throw  them- 
selves under  the  wheels  of  Juggernaut.  Some 
lirahmins,  clad  in  all  the  sumptuousuess  of  Orien- 
tal apparel,  and  leading  a  woman  who  faltered  at 
every  step,  followed.  This  woman  was  young, 
and  as  fair  as  a  European.  Her  head  and  neck, 
shoulders,  ears,  arms,  hands,  and  toes,  were  loaded 
down  with  jewels  and  gems,  —  with  bracelets,  ear- 
rings, and  rings  ;  while  a  tunic  bordered  with  gold, 
and  covered  with  a  light  muslin  robe,  betrayed  the 
outline  of  her  form. 

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sented  a  violent  contrast  to  her,  armed  as  they 
were  with  naked  sabres  hnng  at  their  waists,  and 
long  damaskeened  pistols,  and  bearing  a  corpse  on 
a  palanquin.  It  was  the  body  of  an  old  man,  gor- 
geously arrayed  in  the  habiliments  of  a  rajah,  wear- 
ing, as  in  life,  a  turban  embroidered  with  pearls,  a 
robe  of  tissue  of  silk  and  gold,  a  scarf  of  cashmere 
sewed  with  diamonds,  and  the  magnificent  weapons 
of  a  Hindoo  prince.  Next  came  the  musicians  and 
a  rearguard  of  capering  fakirs,  whose  cries  some- 
times drowned  the  noise  of  the  instruments  ;  these 
closed  the  procession. 

Sir  Francis  watched  the  procession  with  a  sad 
countenance,  and,  turning  to  the  guide,  said,  *•  A 
suttee." 

The  Parsee  nodded,  and  put  his  finger  to  his 
lips.  The  procession  slov;ly  wound  under  the 
trees,  and  soon  its  last  ranks  disappeared  in  the 
depths  of  the  wood.  The  songs  gradually  died 
away ;  occasionally  cries  were  heard  in  the  dis- 
tance, until  at  last  all  was  silence  again. 

Phileas  Fogg  had  heard  what  Sir  Francis  said, 
and,  as  soon  as  the  procession  had  disaiDpeared, 
asked,  "  What  is  a  '  suttee  '  %  " 

"  A  suttee,"  returned  the  general,  "  is  a  human 
sacrifice,  but  a  voluntary  one.  The  woman  you 
have  just  seen  will  be  burned  to-morrow  at  the 
dawn  of  day." 

"  0,  the  scoundrels ! "  cried  Passepartout,  who 
could  not  re^jress  his  indignation. 

"  And  the  corpse  ?  "  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  Is  that  of  the  prince,  her  husband,"  said  the 
guide  ;  *'  an  independent  rajah  of  Bundelcund." 


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"  Is  it  possil)le,"  resumed  Phileas  Fogg,  his 
voice  beti'a3'ing  not  the  least  emotion,  "  that  these 
barbarous  customs  still  exist  in  India,  and  that 
the  English  have  been  unable  to  put  a  stop  to 
them  ? " 

"  These  sacrifices  do  not  occur  in  the  larger 
portion  of  India,"  replied  Sir  Francis,  "  but  we 
have  no  power  over  these  savage  territories,  and 
especially  here  in  Bundelcund.  The  whole  dis- 
trict north  of  the  Yindhias  is  the  theatre  of  inces- 
sant murders  and  pillage." 

''  The  poor  wretch  !  "  exclaimed  Passepartout, 
"to  be  burned   alive  ! " 

"  Yes,"  returned  Sir  Francis,  "  burned  alive. 
And  if  she  were  not,  you  cannot  conceive  what 
treatment  she  would  be  obliged  to  submit  to  from 
her  relatives.  They  would  shave  off  her  hair, 
feed  her  on  a  scanty  allowance  of  rice,  treat  her 
with  contempt ;  she  would  be  looked  upon  as  an 
unclean  creature,  and  would  die  in  some  corner, 
like  a  scurvy  dog.  The  prospect  of  so  frightful 
an  existence  drives  these  poor  creatures  to  the 
sacrifice  much  more  than  love  or  religious  fanati- 
cism. Sometimes,  however,  the  sacrifice  is  really 
voluntary,  and  it  requires  the  active  interference 
of  the  government  to  prevent  it.  Several  years 
ago,  when  I  was  living  at  Bombay,  a  young  widow 
asked  permission  of  the  governor  to  be  burned 
along  with  her  husband's  body  ;  but,  as  you  may 
imagine,  he  refused.  The  woman  left  the  town, 
took  refuge  with  an  independent  rajah,  and  there 
carried  out  her  self-devoted  purpose." 

While    Sir    P'rancis    was    speaking,    the    guide 


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shook  his  head  several  times,  and  now  said  : 
"  The  sacrifice  which  will  take  place  to-morrow  at 
dawn  is  not  a  voluntary  one." 

''  How  do  3'ou  know  1  " 

"  Everybody  knows  about  this  affair  in  Bundel- 
cuud." 

''  But  the  wretched  creature  did  not  seem  to  be 
making  any  resistance,"  observed  Sir  Francis. 

"  That  was  because  they  had  intoxicated  her  with 
fumes  of  hemp  and  opium." 

*'  But  where  are  they  taking  her  %  " 

"  To  the  pagoda  of  Pillaji,  two  miles  from  here  ; 
she  will  pass  the  night  there." 

"  And  the  sacrifice  will  take  place  — " 

"  To-morrow,  at  the  first  light  of  dawn." 

The  guide  now  led  the  elephant  out  of  the 
thicket,  and  leaped  upon  his  neck.  Just  at  the 
moment  that  he  Avas  about  to  wvge  Kiouni  for- 
ward with  a  peculiar  whistle,  Mr.  Fogg  stopped 
him,  and,  turning  to  Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  said  : 
'*  Suppose  we  save  this  woman." 

"  Save  the  woman,  Mr.  Fogg !  " 

*'  I  have  yet  twelve  hours  to  spare  ;  I  can  de- 
vote them  to  that." 

"  Why,  you  are  a  man  of  heart !  " 

"  Sometimes,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  quietly ; 
"  when  I  have  the  time." 


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XTII. 

IX  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  RECEIVES  A  NEW  PROOF 
THAT  FORTUNE  FAVORS  THE  BRAVE. 

^^^;HE  project  was  a  bold  one,  full  of  diffi- 
Mv  ciiltv,  perhaps  impracticable.  Mr.  Fogg 
was  going  to  risk  life,  or  at  least  liberty, 
and  therefore  the  success  of  his  tour. 
But  he  did  not  hesitate,  and  he  found  in  Sir 
Francis  Cromarty  an  enthusiastic  ally. 

As  for  Passepartout,  he  was  ready  for  any- 
thing that  might  be  proposed.  His  master's  idea 
charmed  him  ;  he  perceived  a  heart,  a  soul,  under 
that  icy  exterior.      He  began  to  love  Phileas  Fogg. 

There  remained  the  guide  :  what  course  would 
he  adopt  %  would  he  not  take  part  with  the  Indi- 
ans %  In  default  of  his  assistance,  it  was  necessary 
to  be  assured  of  his  neutrality. 

Sir  Francis  frankly  put  the  question  to  him. 

"Officers,"  replied  the  guide,  "I  am  a  Parsee, 
and  this  woman  is  a  Parsee.  Command  me  as 
you  will." 

"Excellent,"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  However,"  resmned  the  guide,  "  it  is  certain, 
not  only  that  we  shall  risk  our  lives,  but  horrible 
tortures,  if  we  are  taken." 

"  That  is  foreseen,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg.  "  I  think 
we  must  wait  till  night  before  acting*?" 

"  I  think  so,"  said  the  guide. 


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The  worthy  Indian  then  gave  some  account  of 
the  victim,  who,  he  said,  was  a  celebrated  beauty 
of  the  Parsee  race,  and  the  daughter  of  a  wealthy 
Bombay  merchant.  She  had  received  a  thoroughly 
English  education  in  that  city,  and,  from  her  man- 
ners and  intelligence,  would  be  thought  an  Earo- 
pean.  Her  name  was  Aouda.  Left  an  orphan,  she 
was  married  against  her  will  to  the  old  rajah  of  Bun- 
delcund  ;  and,  knowing  the  fate  that  awaited  her, 
she  escaped,  was  retaken,  and  devoted  by  the  rajah's 
relatives,  who  had  an  interest  in  her  death,  to  the 
sacrifice  from  which  it  seemed  she  could  not  escape. 

The  Parsee's  narrative  only  confirmed  Mr.  Fogg 
and  his  companions  in  their  generous  design.  It 
was  decided  that  the  guide  should  direct  the  ele- 
phant towards  the  pagoda  of  Pillaji,  which  he  ac- 
cordingly approached  as  quickly  as  possible.  They 
halted,  half  an  hour  afterwards,  in  a  copse,  some 
five  hundred  feet  from  the  pagoda,  where  they 
were  well  concealed ;  but  they  could  hear  the 
groans  and  cries  of  the  fakirs  distinctly. 

They  then  discussed  the  means  of  getting  at 
the  victim.  The  guide  was  familiar  with  the  pa- 
goda of  Pillaji,  in  which,  as  he  declared,  the  young 
woman  was  imprisoned.  Could  they  enter  any  of 
its  doors,  while  the  whole  party  of  Indians  was 
plunged  in  a  drunken  sleep,  or  was  it  safer  to 
attempt  to  make  a  hole  in  the  walls  %  This  could 
only  be  determined  at  the  moment  and  the  place 
themselves ;  but  it  was  certain  that  the  abduction 
must  be  made  that  night,  and  not  when,  at  break 
of  day,  the  victim  was  led  to  her  funeral  pyre. 
Then  no  human  intervention  could  save  her. 


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As  soon  as  night  fell,  aboLit  six  o'clock,  they 
decided  to  make  a  reconnoissance  around  the  pa- 
goda. The  cries  of  the  fakirs  were  just  ceasing  ; 
the  Indians  were  in  the  act  of  plunging  them- 
selves into  the  drunkenness  caused  by  liquid 
opium  mingled  with  hemj^,  and  it  might  be  pos- 
sible to  slip  between  them  to  the  temple  itself. 

The  Parsee,  leading  the  others,  noiselessly  crept 
through  the  wood,  and  in  ten  minutes  they  found 
themselves  on  the  banks  of  a  small  stream,  whence, 
by  the  light  of  the  rosin  torches,  they  perceived  a 
pyre  of  wood,  on  the  top  of  which  lay  the  em- 
balmed body  of  the  rajah,  which  was  to  be  burned 
with  his  wife.  The  pagoda,  whose  minarets  loomed 
above  the  trees  in  the  deepening  dusk,  stood  a  hun- 
dred steps  away. 

"Come  I  "  whispered  the  guide. 

He  slipped  more  cautiously  than  ever  through 
the  brush,  followed  by  his  companions ;  the  silence 
around  was  only  broken  by  the  low  murmuring  of 
the  wind  among  the  branches. 

Soon  the  Parsee  stopped  on  the  borders  of  the 
glade,  which  was  lit  up  by  the  torches.  The 
ground  was  covered  by  groups  of  the  Indians, 
motionless  in  their  drunken  sleep ;  it  seemed 
a  battle-field  strewn  with  the  dead.  Men,  wo- 
men,  and  children  lay  together. 

In  the  background,  among  the  trees,  the  pagoda 
of  Pillaji  loomed  indistinctly.  Much  to  the  guide's 
disappointment,  the  guards  of  the  rajah,  lighted 
by  torches,  were  watching  at  the  doors  and  march- 
ing to  and  fro  with  naked  sabres  \  probably  the 
priests,  too,  were  watching  within. 


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The  Parsee,  now  convinced  that  it  was  impos- 
sible to  force  an  entrance  to  the  temple,  advanced 
no  farther,  but  led  his  companions  back  again. 
Phileas  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  also  saw 
that  nothing  could  be  attempted  in  that  direc- 
tion. They  stopped,  and  engaged  in  a  whispered 
colloquy. 

"  It  is  only  eight  now,"  said  the  brigadier,  "  and 
thes3  guards  may  also  go  to  sleep." 

"  It  is  not  impossible,"  returned  the  Parsee. 

They  lay  down  at  the  foot  of  a  tree,  and  waited. 

The  time  seemed  long ;  the  guide  ever  and 
anon  left  them  to  take  an  observation  on  the  edge 
of  the  wood,  but  the  guards  watched  steadily  by 
the  glare  of  the  torches,  and  a  dim  light  crept 
through  the  windows  of  the  pagoda. 

They  waited  till  midnight ;  but  no  change  took 
place  among  the  guards,  and  it  became  apparent 
that  their  yielding  to  sleep  could  not  be  counted 
on.  The  other  plan  must  be  carried  out ;  an 
opening  in  the  walls  of  the  pagoda  must  be  made. 
It  remained  to  ascertain  whether  the  priests  were 
■watching  by  the  side  of  their  victim  as  assidu- 
ously as  were  the  soldiers  at  the  door. 

After  a  last  consultation,  the  guide  announced 
that  he  was  ready  for  the  attempt,  and  advanced, 
followed  by  the  others.  They  took  a  roundabout 
way,  so  as  to  get  at  the  pagoda  on  the  rear.  They 
reached  the  walls  about  half  past  twelve,  without 
having  met  any  one ;  here  there  was  no  guard, 
nor  were  there  either  windows  or  doors. 

The  night  was  dark.  The  moon,  on  the  wane, 
scarcely  left   the    horizon,  and  was  covered  with 


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heavy  clouds;  the  height  of  the  trees  deepened 
the  darkness. 

It  was  not  enough  to  reach  the  walls  ;  an  open- 
ing in  them  mnst  be  accomplished,  and  to  attain 
this  pm'pose  the  party  only  had  their  pocket- 
knives.  Happily  the  temple  walls  were  built 
of  brick  and  wood,  which  could  be  penetrated 
with  little  difficulty ;  after  one  brick  had  been 
taken  out,   the  rest  would  yield  easih'. 

They  set  noiselessly  to  work,  and  the  Parseeou  one 
side  and  Passepartout  on  the  other  began  to  loosen 
the  bricks,  so  as  to  make  an  aperture  two  feet  wide. 
They  were  getting  on  rapidly,  when  suddenly  a  cry 
was  heard  in  the  interior  of  the  temple,  followed 
almost  instantly  by  other  cries  replying  from  the 
outside.  Passepartout  and  the  guide  stopped. 
Had  they  been  heard  ]  Was  the  alarm  being 
given  ?  Common  prudence  urged  them  to  retire, 
and  they  did  so,  followed  by  Phileas  Fogg  and 
Sir  Francis.  They  again  hid  themselves  in  the 
wood,  and  waited  till  the  disturbance,  whatever 
it  might  be,  ceased,  holding  themselves  ready  to 
resume  their  attempt  without  delay.  But,  awk- 
wardly enough,  the  guards  now  appeared  at  the 
rear  of  the  temple,  and  there  installed  them- 
selves, in  readiness  to  prevent  a  surprise. 

It  would  be  difficult  to  describe  the  disappoint- 
ment of  the  party,  thus  interrupted  in  their  work. 
They  could  not  now  reach  the  victim ;  how,  then, 
could  they  save  her  ]  Sir  Francis  shook  his  fists, 
Passepartout  was  beside  himself,  and  the  guide 
gnashed  his  teeth  with  rage.  The  tranquil  Fogg 
waited,  without  betraying  any  emotion. 


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"  We  have  nothing  to  do  but  to  go  away,"  whis- 
pered Sir  Francis. 

"  Nothing  but  to  go  away,"  echoed  the  guide. 

"  Stop,"  said  Fogg.  "  I  am  only  due  at  Allaha- 
bad to-morrow  before  noon." 

"  But  what  can  you  hope  to  do  % "  asked  Sir 
Francis.  "  In  a  few  hours  it  will  be  daylight, 
and  —  " 

"  The  chance  which  now  seems  lost  may  present 
itself  at  the  last  moment." 

Sir  Francis  would  have  liked  to  read  Pliileas 
Fogg's  eyes. 

What  was  this  cool  Englishman  thinking  of? 
Was  he  planning  to  make  a  rush  for  the  young- 
woman  at  the  very  moment  of  the  sacrifice,  and 
boldly  snatch  her  from  her  executioners  1 

Tins  would  be  utter  folly,  and  it  was  hard  to 
admit  that  Fogg  was  such  a  fool.  Sir  Francis 
consented,  however,  to  remain  to  the  end  of  this " 
terrible  drama.  The  guide  led  them  to  the  rear 
of  the  glade,  where  they  were  able  to  observe  the 
sleeping  groups. 

Meanwhile  Passepartout,  who  had  perched  him- 
self on  the  lower  branches  of  a  tree,  was  revolving 
an  idea  which  had  at  first  struck  him  like  a  flash, 
and  which  was  now  firmly  lodged  in  his  brain. 

He  had  commenced  by  saying  to  himself,  "  What 
folly  !  "  and  then  he  repeated,  "  Why  not,  after  all  1 
It 's  a  chance,  —  perhaps  the  only  one  ;  and  with 
such  sots  1 "  Thinking  thus,  he  slipped,  with  the 
suppleness  of  a  serpent,  to  the  lowest  branches, 
the  ends  of  which  bent  almost  to  the  ground. 

The  hours  passed,  and  the  lighter  shades  now 


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announced  the  approach  of  day,  though  it  was  not 
yet  light.  This  was  the  moment.  The  slumber- 
ing multitude  became  animated,  the  tambourines 
sounded,  songs  and  cries  arose  ;  the  hour  of  the 
sacrifice  had  come.  The  doors  of  the  pagoda 
swung  open,  and  a  bright  light  escaped  from  its 
interior,  in  the  midst  of  which  Mr.  Fogg  and  Sir 
Francis  espied  the  victim.  She  seemed,  having 
shaken  off  the  stupor  of  intoxication,  to  be  striv- 
ing to  escape  from  her  executioner.  Sir  Fran- 
cis's heart  throbbed  ;  and,  convulsively  seizing  Mr. 
Fogg's  hand,  found  in  it  an  open  knife.  Just  at 
this  moment  the  crowd  began  to  move.  The 
young  woman  had  again  fallen  into  a  stupor, 
caused  by  the  fumes  of  hemp,  and  passed  among 
the  fakii's,  who  escorted  her  with  their  wild,  relig- 
gious  cries. 

Phileas  Fogg  and  his  companions,  mingling  in 
the  rear  ranks  of  the  crowd,  followed ;  and  in  two 
minutes  they  reached  the  banks  of  the  stream,  and 
stopped  fifty  paces  from  the  pyre,  upon  which  still 
lay  the  rajah's  corpse.  In  the  semi-obscurity  they 
saw  the  victim,  quite  senseless,  stretched  out  be- 
side her  husband's  body.  Then  a  torch  was  brought, 
and  the  wood,  soaked  with  oil,  instantly  took  fire. 

At  this  moment  Sir  Francis  and  the  guide 
seized  Phileas  Fogg,  who,  in  an  instant  of  mad 
generosity,  was  about  to  rush  upon  the  pyre.  But 
he  had  quickly  pushed  them  aside,  when  the  whole 
scene  suddenly  changed.  A  cry  of  terror  arose. 
The  whole  multitude  prostrated  themselves,  terror- 
stricken,  on  the  ground. 

The  old  rajah  w^as  not  dead,  then,  since  he  rcse 


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of  a  sudden,  like  a  spectre,  took  up  his  wife  in  his 
arms,  and  descended  from  the  pyre  in  the  midst 
of  the  clouds  of  smoke,  which  only  heightened 
his  ghostly  appearance  ! 

Fakirs  and  soldiers  and  priests,  seized  with 
instant  terror,  lay  there,  with  their  ftices  on  the 
ground,  not  daring  to  lift  their  eyes  and  behold 
such  a  prodigy. 

The  inanimate  victim  was  borne  along  by  the 
vigorous  arms  which  supported  her,  and  which 
she  did  not  seem  in  the  least  to  burden.  Mr. 
Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  stood  erect,  the  Parsee 
bowed  liis  head,  and  Passepartout  was,  no  doubt, 
scarcely  less  stupefied. 

The  resuscitated  rajah  approached  Sir  Francis 
and  Mr.  Fogg,  and,  in  an  abrupt  tone,  said,  "Let 
us  be  off !  " 

Tt  was  Passepartout  himself,  who  had  slipped 
upon  the  pyre,  in  the  midst  of  the  smoke,  and, 
profiting  by  the  still  overhanging  darkness,  had 
delivered  the  young  woman  from  death  !  It  was 
Passepartout  who,  playing  his  part  with  a  happy 
audacit}',  had  passed  through  the  crowd  amid  the 
general  terror. 

A  moment  after  all  four  of  the  party  had  disap- 
peared in  the  woods,  and  the  elephant  was  bear- 
ing them  away  at  a  rapid  pace.  But  the  cries  and 
noise,  and  a  ball  whicli  whizzed  through  Phileas 
Fogg's  hat,  apprised  them  that  the  trick  had  been 
discovered. 

The  old  rajah's  body,  indeed,  now  appeared 
upon  the  burning  pyre  ;  and  the  priests,  recov- 
ered from  their  terror,  perceived   that    an   abduc- 


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tion  had  taken  place.  They  hastened  into  the 
forest,  followed  by  the  soldiers,  who  fired  a  volley 
after  the  fugitives ;  but  the  latter  rapidly  in- 
creased the  distance  between  them,  and  erelong 
found  themselves  beyond  the  reach  of  the  bullets 
and  arrows. 


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XIV. 

IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  DESCENDS  THE  WHOLE 
LENGTH  OP  THE  BEAUTIFUL  VALLEY  OF  THE 
GANGES,  WITHOUT    EVER    THINKING    OF    SEEING    IT. 

HE  rash  exploit  had  been  accomplished  ; 
and  for  an  lioiir  Passepartout  laughed 
gayly  at  his  success.  Sir  Francis  jjressed 
the  worthy  fellow's  hand,  and  his  master 
said,  "Well  done!"  which,  in  his  mouth,  was  high 
commendation  ;  to  which  Passepartout  replied  that 
all  the  credit  of  the  affair  belonged  to  Mr.  Fogg. 
As  for  him,  he  had  only  been  struck  with  a 
"queer"  idea;  and  he  laughed  to  think  that  for  a 
few  moments  he.  Passepartout,  the  ex-gymnast, 
ex-sergeant  fireman,  had  been  the  spouse  of  a 
charming  woman,  a  venerable,  embalmed  rajah  ! 
As  for  the  young  Indian  woman,  she  had  been 
unconscious  throughout  of  what  was  passing,  and 
now,  wrapped  up  in  a  travelling-blanket,  was 
reposing  in  one  of  the  howdahs. 

The  elephant,  thanks  to  the  skilful  guidance  of 
the  Parsee,  was  advancing  rapidly  through  the 
still  darksome  forest,  and,  an  hour  after  leaving 
the  pagoda,  had  crossed  a  vast  plain.  They  made 
a  halt  at  seven  o'clock,  the  young  woman  being 
still  in  a  state  of  complete  prostration.  The  guide 
made  her  drink  a  little  brandy  and  water,  but  the 
drowsiness  which  stupefied  her  could   not  yet  bo 


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shakeu  off.  Sir  Francis,  Avho  was  familiar  with 
the  effects  of  the  intoxication  produced  by  the 
fumes  of  hemp,  reassured  his  companions  on  her 
account.  But  he  \vas  more  disturbed  at  the  pros- 
pect of  her  future  fate.  He  told  Phileas  Fogg 
that,  should  Aouda  remain  in  India,  she  would 
inevitably  fall  again  into  the  hands  of  her  execu- 
tioners. These  fanatics  were  scattered  throughout 
the  country,  and  would,  despite  the  English  police, 
recover  their  victim  at  Madras,  Bombay,  or  Cal- 
cutta. She  would  only  be  safe  by  quitting  India 
forever. 

Phileas  Fogg  replied  that  he  would  reflect  upon 
the  matter. 

The  station  at  Allahabad  was  reached  about  ten 
o'clock,  and  the  interrupted  line  of  railway  being 
resumed,  would  enable  them  to  reach  Calcutta  in 
less  than  twenty -four  hours.  Phileas  Fogg  would 
til  us  be  able  to  ari'ive  in  time  to  take  the  steamer 
which  left  Calcutta  the  next  day,  October  25th,  at 
noon,  for  Hong  Kong. 

The  young  woman  was  placed  in  one  of  the 
waiting-rooms  of  the  station,  whilst  Passepartout 
was  charged  with  purchasing  for  her  various  arti- 
cles of  toilet,  a  dress,  shawl,  and  some  furs ;  for 
which  his  master  gave  him  unlimited  credit.  Pas- 
separtout started  off  forthwith,  and  found  himself 
in  the  streets  of  Allahabad,  that  is,  the  "  City  of 
God,"  one  of  the  most  venerated  in  India,  being 
built  at  the  junction  of  the  two  sacred  rivers  Ganges 
and  Jumna,  the  waters  of  which  attract  pilgrims 
from  every  part  of  the  peninsula.  The  Ganges,  ac- 
cording to  the  legends  of  the   Pvamavana,  rises  in 


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heaven,  whence,  owing  to  Brahma's  agency,  it 
descends  to  the  earth. 

Passepartout  made  it  a  point,  as  he  made  his 
purchases,  to  take  a  good  look  at  the  city.  It 
was  formerly  defended  by  a  noble  fort,  which  has 
since  become  a  state  prison ;  its  commerce  has 
dwindled  away,  and  Passepartout  in  vain  looked 
about  him  for  such  a  bazaar  as  he  used  to  frequent 
on  Regent  Street.  At  last  he  came  upon  an  elderly, 
crusty  Jew,  who  sold  second-hand  articles,  and 
from  w^hom  he  purchased  a  dress  of  Scotch  stuff, 
a  large  mantle,  and  a  fine  otter-skin  pelisse, 
for  which  he  did  not  hesitate  to  pay  seventy-five 
pounds.  He  then  returned  triumphantly  to  the 
station. 

The  influence  to  which  the  priests  of  Pillaji  had 
subjected  Aouda  began  gradually  to  yield,  and  she 
became  more  herself,  so  that  her  fine  eyes  resumed 
all  their  soft  Indian  expression. 

When  the  poet-king,  Ucaf  Uddaul,  celebrates 
the  charms  of  the  queen  of  Ahmehnagara,  he 
speaks  thus  :  — 

"  Her  shining  tresses,  divided  in  two  parts,  en- 
circle the  harmonious  contour  of  her  white  and 
delicate  cheeks,  brilliant  in  their  glow  and  fresh- 
ness. Her  ebony  brows  have  the  form  and  charm 
of  the  bow  of  Kama,  the  god  of  love,  and  beneath 
her  long  silken  lashes  the  purest  reflections  and  a 
celestial  light  swim,  as  in  the  sacred  lakes  of 
Himalaya,  in  the  black  pupils  of  her  great  clear 
eyes.  Her  teeth,  fine,  equal,  and  white,  glitter 
between  her  smiling  lips  like  dewdrops  in  a  pas- 
sion-flower's half-enveloped  breast.     Her  delicately 


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formed  ears,  her  veiTnilion  hands,  her .  little  feet, 
curved  and  tender  as  the  lotus-bud,  glitter  with 
the  brilliancy  of  the  loveliest  pearls  of  Ceylon,  the 
most  dazzling  diamonds  of  Golconda.  Her  nar- 
row and  supple  waist,  which  a  hand  may  clasp 
around,  sets  forth  the  outline  of  her  rounded 
figure  and  the  beauty  of  her  bosom,  where  j^outh 
in  its  flower  displays  the  wealth  of  its  treasures ; 
and  beneath  the  silken  folds  of  her  tunic  she 
seems  to  have  been  modelled  in  pure  silver  by  the 
godlike  hand  of  Yicvarcarma,  the  immortal  sculp- 
tor." 

It  is  enough  to  say,  without  applying  this  poet- 
ical rhapsody  to  Aouda,  that  she  was  a  charming 
woman,  in  all  the  European  acceptation  of  the 
phrase.  She  spoke  English  with  great  purity,  and 
the  guide  had  not  exaggerated  in  saying  that  the 
young  Parsee  had  been  transformed  by  her  bring- 
ing up. 

The  train  was  about  to  start  from  Allahabad, 
and  Mr.  Fogg  proceeded  to  pay  the  guide  the 
price  agreed  upon  for  his  service,  and  not  a  far- 
thing more  ;  which  astonished  Passepartout,  who  re- 
membered all  that  his  master  owed  to  the  guide's 
devotion.  He  had,  indeed,  risked  his  life  in  the 
adventure  at  Pillaji,  and  if  he  should  be  caught 
afterwards  by  the  Indians,  he  would  with  difficulty 
escape  their  vengeance.  Kiouni,  also,  must  be 
disposed  of.  What  should  be  done  with  the 
elephant,  which  had  been  so  dearl^^  purchased  ? 
Phileas  Fogg  had  already  determined  this  ques- 
tion. 

"Parsee,"  said  he  to  the  guide,  ''you  have  been 

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serviceable  and  devoted.  I  have  paid  foi'  your 
service,  but  not  for  your  devotion.  Would  you 
like  to  have  this  elephant  'I     He  is  yours." 

The  guide's  eyes  glistened. 

"  Your  honor  is  giving  me  a  fortune  !  "  cried  he. 

"  Take  him,  guide,"  returned  Mr.  Fogg,  "  and  I 
shall  still  be  your  debtor." 

"  Good  !  "  exclaimed  Passepartout  ;  "  take  him, 
friend.  Kiouni  is  a  brave  and  faithful  beast." 
And,  going  up  to  the  elephant,  he  gave  him  sev- 
eral lumps  of  sugar,  saying,  "  Here,  Kiouni,  here, 
here." 

The  elephant  grunted  out  his  satisfaction,  and, 
clasping  Passepartout  around  the  waist  with  his 
trunk,  lifted  him  as  high  as  his  head.  Passepar- 
tout, not  in  the  least  alarmed,  caressed  tlie  animal, 
which  replaced  him  gently  on  the  ground. 

Soon  after,  Phileas  Fogg,  Sir  Francis  Cromarty, 
and  Passepartout,  installed  in  a  carriage  with 
xA.ouda,  who  had  the  best  seat,  were  whirling  at 
full  speed  towards  Benares.  It  was  a  run  of 
eighty  miles,  and  was  accomplished  in  two  hours. 
During  the  journey,  the  young  woman  fully  re- 
covered her  senses.  What  was  her  astonishment 
to  find  herself  in  this  carriage,  on  the  railway, 
dressed  in  European  habiliments,  and  with  travel- 
lers who  were  quite  strangers  to  her !  Her  com- 
panions first  set  about  fully  reviving  her  with  a 
little  liquor,  and  then  Sir  Francis  narrated  to  her 
what  had  passed,  dwelling  upon  the  courage  with 
which  Phileas  Fogg  had  not  hesitated  to  risk  his 
life  to  save  her,  and  recounting  the  happy  sequel 
of  the  venture,  the  result  of  Passepartout's  rash 


lilt  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eiylity  Days.      107 

idea.  Mr.  Fogg  said  nothing  ;  while  Passepartout, 
abashed,  kept  repeating  that  "•  it  was  n't  worth 
tclhng." 

Aouda  pathetically  tliankcd  her  dehverers, 
rather  with  tears  than  words ;  her  fine  eyes  inter- 
2^reted  her  gTatitnde  better  than  her  lips.  Then, 
as  her  thoughts  strayed  back  to  the  scene  of  the 
sacrifice,  and  recalled  the  dangers  wliich  still  men- 
aced her,  she  shuddered  with  terror. 

Phileas  Fogg  understood  what  was  passing  in 
Aouda's  mind,  and  offered,  in  order  to  reassure 
her,  to  escort  her  to  Hong  Kong,  where  she  might 
remain  safely  until  the  affair  was  hushed  up,  —  an 
offer  which  she  eagerly  and  gratefully  accepted. 
►She  had,  it  seems,  a  Parsee  relation,  who  was  one 
of  the  principal  merchants  of  Hong  Kong,  which 
is  wholly  an  English  city,  though  on  the  Chinese 
coast. 

At  half  past  twelve  the  train  stopped  at  Benares. 
The  Brahmin  legends  assert  that  this  city  is  built 
on  the  site  of  the  ancient  Casi,  which,  like  Ma- 
homet's tomb,  was  once  suspended  between  heaven 
and  earth  ;  though  the  Benares  of  to-day,  which 
the  Orientalists  call  the  Athens  of  India,  stands 
quite  unpoetically  on  the  solid  earth.  Passepartout 
caught  glimpses  of  its  brick  houses  and  clay  huts, 
giving  an  aspect  of  desolation  to  the  place,  as  the 
train  entered  it. 

Benares  was  Sir  Francis  Cromarty's  destination, 
the  troops  he  was  rejoining  being  encamped  some 
miles  northward  of  the  city.  He  bade  adieu  to 
Phileas  Fogg,  wishing  him  all  success,  and  ex- 
pressing  the  hope   that   he  would  come  that  way 


108     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

again  in  a  less  original  but  more  profitable  fash- 
ion. Mr.  Fogg  lightly  pressod  him  by  the  hand. 
The  parting  of  Aouda,  who  did  not  forget  what 
she  owed  to  Sir  Francis,  betrayed  more  warmth  ; 
and,  as  for  Passepartout,  he  received  a  hearty  shako 
of  the  hand  from  the  gallant  general. 

The  railway,  on  leaving  Benares,  passed  for  a 
while  along  the  valley  of  the  Ganges.  Through 
the  windows  of  their  carriage  the  travellers  had 
glimpses  of  the  diversified  landscape  of  Behar, 
with  its  mountains  clothed  in  verdure,  its  fields  of 
barley,  wheat,  and  corn,  its  jungles  peopled  with 
green  alligators,  its  neat  villages,  and  its  still 
thickly-leaved  forests.  Elephants  were  bathing  in 
the  waters  of  the  sacred  river,  and  groups  of  In- 
dians, despite  the  advanced  season  and  chilly 
air,  were  performing  solemnly  their  pious  ablu- 
tions. These  were  fervent  Brahmins,  the  bitterest 
foes  of  Buddhism,  their  deities  being  Vishnu,  the 
solar  god,  Shiva,  the  divine  impersonation  of  natu- 
ral forces,  and  Brahma,  the  supreme  ruler  of 
priests  and  legislators.  What  would  these  divini- 
ties think  of  India,  anglicized  as  it  is  to-day,  with 
steamers  whistling  and  scudding  along  the  Ganges, 
frightening  the  gulls  which  float  upon  its  surface, 
the  turtles  swarming  along  its  banks,  and  the 
faithful  dwelling  upon  its  borders  1 

The  panorama  passed  before  their  eyes  like  a 
flash,  save  when  the  steam  concealed  it  fitfully 
from  the  view ;  the  travellers  could  scarcely  dis- 
cern the  fort  of  Chnpenie,  twenty  miles  south- 
westward  from  Benares,  the  ancient  stronghold  of 
the  rajahs  of  Behar ;  or  Ghazepour  and  its  famous 


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rose-water  factories ;  or  the  tomb  of  Lord  Coi  n- 
Avallis,  rising  on  the  left  bank  of  the  Ganges;  the 
fortified  town  of  Buxar,  or  Patna,  a  large  manu- 
facturing and  trading  place,  where  is  held  the 
principal  opium  market  of  India ;  or  Monghir,  a 
more  than  European  town,  for  it  is  as  English  as 
Manchester  or  Birmingham,  with  its  iron  foundries, 
edge-tool  factories,  and  high  chimneys  puffing 
clouds  of  black  smoke  heavenward. 

Night  came  on  ;  the  train  passed  on  at  full 
speed,  in  the  midst  of  the  roaring  of  the  tigers, 
bears,  and  wolves  which  fled  before  the  locomo- 
tive ;  and  the  marvels  of  Bengal,  Golconda,  ruined 
Gour,  Mourshedabad,  the  ancient  capital,  Burd- 
wan,  Hougly,  and  the  French  town  of  Chander- 
nagor,  where  Passepartout  would  have  been  proud 
to  see  his  country's  flag  flying,  were  hidden  from 
their  view  in  the  darkness. 

Calcutta  was  reached  at  seven  in  the  morning, 
and  the  packet  left  for  Hong  Kong  at  noon ;  so 
that  Phileas  Fogg  had  five  hours  before  him. 

According  to  his  journal,  he  was  due  at  Cal- 
cutta on  the  25th  of  October,  and  that  was  the 
exact  date  of  his  actual  arrival.  He  was  there- 
fore neither  behindhand  ,  nor  ahead  of  time. 
The  two  days  gained  between  London  and  Bom- 
bay had  been  lost,  as  has  been  seen,  in  the  journey 
across  India.  But  it  is  not  to  be  supposed  that 
Phileas  Fogg  regretted  them. 


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XV. 


IX  WHICH  THE  BAG    OF    BANK-NOTES    DISGORGES  SOME 
THOUSANDS  OP  POUNDS  MORE. 

HE  train  entered  the  station,  and  Passe- 
partout, jumping  out  first,  was  followed 
by  Mr.  Fogg,  who  assisted  his  fair  com- 
panion to  descend.  Phileas  Fogg  inten- 
ded to  proceed  at  once  to  the  Hong  Kong  steamer, 
in  order  to  get  Aouda  comfortably  settled  for  the 
voyage.  He  was  unwilling  to  leave  her  while 
they  were  still  on  dangerous  ground. 

Just  as  he  was  leaving  the  station  a  policeman 
came  up  to  him,  and  said,   "  Mr.  Phileas  Fogg  1 " 

"  I  am  he." 

"  Is  this  man  jowy  servant  1 "  added  the  police- 
man, pointing  to  Passepartout. 

"Yes." 

"  Be  so  good,  both  of  you,  as  to  follow  me." 

Mr.  Fogg  betrayed  no  surprise  whatever.  The 
policeman  was  a  representative  of  the  law,  and 
law  is  sacred  to  an  Englishman.  Passepartout 
tried  to  reason  about  the  matter,  but  the  police- 
man tapped  him  with  his  stick,  and  Mr.  Fogg 
made  him  a  signal  to  obey. 

"  May  this  young  lady  go  with  us  %  "  asked  he. 

"She  may,"  replied  the  policeman. 

Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda,  and  Passepartout  were  con- 
ducted to  a  "  palki-gari,"  a  sort  of  fovu--wheeled 
carriage,  drawn  by  two  horses,  in  which  they  took 


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their  places  and  were  driven  away.  No  one 
spoke  during  the  twenty  minutes  which  elapsed 
before  they  reached  their  destination.  They  ^rst 
passed  through  the  "  black  town,"  with  its  narrow 
streets,  its  miserable,  dirty  huts,  and  squalid  popu- 
lation ;  then  through  the  "  European  town,"  which 
presented  a  relief  in  its  bright  brick  mansions, 
shaded  by  cocoanut-trees  and  bristling  with  masts, 
where,  although  it  was  early  morning,  elegantly 
dressed  horsemen  and  handsome  equipages  were 
passing  back  and  forth. 

The  carriage  stopped  before  a  modest-looking 
house,  which,  however,  did  not  have  the  appear- 
ance of  a  private  mansion.  The  policeman  having 
requested  his  prisoners  —  for  so,  truly,  they  might 
be  called  —  to  descend,  conducted  them  into 
a  room  with  baiTed  windows,  and  said,  "You 
will  appear  before  Judge  Obadiah  at  half  past 
eight." 

He  then  retired,  and  closed  the  door. 

"  Why,  we  are  prisoners  I  "  exclaimed  Passepar- 
tout, falling  into  a  chair. 

Aouda,  with  an  emotion  she  tried  to  conceal, 
said  to  Mr.  Fogg,  "  Sir,  you  must  leave  me  to  my 
fate  I  It  is  on  my  account  that  you  receive  this 
treatment ;  it  is  for  having  saved  me  I  " 

Phileas  Fogg  contented  himself  with  saying 
that  it  was  impossible.  It  was  quite  unlikely  that 
he  should  be  arrested  for  preventing  a  suttee. 
The  complainants  would  not  dare  present  them- 
selves with  such  a  charge.  There  w^as  some. mis- 
take. Moreover,  he  would  not  in  am^  event  aban- 
don Aouda,  but  would  escort  her  to  Hong  Kong. 


112     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

**  But  the  steamer  leaves  at  noon  ! "  observed 
Passepartout,  nervously. 

"  We  shall  be  on  board  by  noon,"  replied  his 
master,  placidly. 

It  was  said  so  positively,  that  Passepartout 
could  not  help  muttering  to  himself,  "  Parbleu, 
that 's  certain !  Before  noon  we  shall  be  on 
board."     But  he  was  by  no  means  reassured. 

At  half  past  eight  the  door  opened,  the  police- 
man appeared,  and,  requesting  them  to  follow  him, 
led  the  way  to  an  adjoining  hall.  It  was  evidently 
a  court-room,  and  a  crowd  of  Europeans  and 
natives  already  occupied  the  rear  of  the  apart- 
ment. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  his  two  companions  took  their 
places  on  a  bench  opposite  the  desks  of  the  magis- 
trate and  his  clerk.  Immediately  after,  Judge 
Obadiah,  a  fat,  round  man,  followed  by  the  clerk, 
entered.  He  proceeded  to  take  down  a  wig  which 
was  hanging  on  a  nail,  and  put  it  hurriedly  on  his 
head. 

"The  first  case,"  said  he;  then,  putting  his 
hand  to  his  head,  he  exclaimed,  "  Heh  !  This  is 
not  my  wig  !  " 

"No,  your  worship,"  returned  the  clerk,  "it  is 
mine." 

"  My  dear  Mr.  OysterpufF,  how  can  a  judge  give 
a  wise  sentence  in  a  clerk's  wigl" 

The  wigs  were  exchanged. 

Passepartout  was  getting  nervous,  for  the  hands 
on  the  face  of  the  big  clock  over  the  judge  seemed 
to  go  round  with  terrible  rapidity. 

"  The  first  case,"  repeated  Judge  Obadiah. 


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"  Phileas  Fogg  ]  "  demunded  Oysterpuff. 
''  I  am  here,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 
"  Passepartout  ? " 

"  Present !  "  responded  Passepartout. 
"Good,"   said    the    judge.     "You    have    been 
looked  for,  prisoners,  for  two  days  on  the  trains 
from  Bombay." 

"  But  of  what  are  we  accused  ? "  asked  Passe- 
partout, impatiently. 

"You  are  about  to  be  informed." 
"  I  am  an  English  subject,  sir,"  said  Mr.  Fogg, 
"and  I  have  the  right  —  " 
"Have  you  been  ill-treated"?" 
"  Xot  at  all." 

"Veiy  well;  let  the  complainants  come  in." 
A  door  was  swung  open  by  order  of  the  judge, 
and  three  Indian  priests  entered. 

"  That 's  it,"  muttered  Passejjartout ;  "  these  are 
the  rogues  who  were  going  to  burn  our  3'oung 
lady." 

The  priests  took  their  places  in  front  of  the 
judge,  and  the  clerk  proceeded  to  read  in  a  loud 
voice  a  complaint  of  sacrilege  against  Phileas 
Fogg  and  his  servant,  who  were  accused  of  having 
violated  a  place  held  consecrated  by  the  Brahmin 
religion. 

"  You  hear  the  charge  1 "  asked  the  judge. 
"Yes,   sir,"   replied    Mr.    Fogg,    consulting   his 
watch,  "  and  I  admit  it." 
"  You  admit  it  ?"' 

"  I  admit  it,  and  I  wish  to  hear  these  priests 
admit,  in  their  turn,  what  they  were  going  to  do 
at  the  pagoda  of  Pillaji." 


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The  priests  looked  at  each  other ;  they  did  not 
seem  to  understand  what  was  said. 

"Yes,"  cried  Passepartout,  warmly;  "at  the 
pagoda  of  Pillaji,  where  they  were  on  the  point 
of  burning  their  victim!" 

The  judge  stared  with  astonishment,  and  the 
priests  were  stupefied. 

"  What  victim r' said  Judge  Obadiah.  "Burn 
whom'?     In  Bombay  itself V 

*'  Bombay  ? "  cried  Passepartout. 

"  Certainly.  We  are  not  talking  of  the  pagoda 
of  Pillaji,  but  of  the  pagoda  of  Malebar  Hill,  at 
Bombay." 

"And  as  a  proof,"  added  the  clerk,  "here  are 
the  desecrator  s  very  shoes,  which  he  left  behind 
him." 

Whereupon  he  placed  a  pair  of  shoes  on  his 
desk. 

"  My  shoes  !  "  cried  Passepartout,  in*  his  surprise 
permitting  this  imprudent  exclamation  to  escape 
him. 

The  confusion  of  master  and  man,  wdio  had  quite 
forgotten  the  affair  at  Bombay,  for  which  they  were 
now  detained  at  Calcutta,  may  be  imagined. 

Fix,  the  detective,  had  foreseen  the  advantage 
which  Passepartout's  escapade  gave  him,  and,  de- 
laying his  departure  for  twelve  hours,  had  con- 
sulted the  priests  of  Malebar  Hill.  Knowing  that 
the  English  authorities  dealt  very  severely  with 
this  kind  of  misdemeanor,  he  promised  them  a 
goodly  sum  in  damages,  and  sent  them  forward  to 
Calcutta  by  the  next  train.  Owing  to  the  delay 
caused  by  the  res'?ue  of  the  young  widow,  Fix  and 


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the  priests  reached  the  Indian  capital  before  Mr. 
Fogg  and  his  servant,  the  magistrates  having  been 
already  warned  by  a  despatch  to  arrest  them, 
should  they  arrive.  Fix's  disappointment,  when 
he  learned  that  Phileas  Fogg  had  not  made  his 
appearance  in  Calcutta,  may  be  imagined.  He 
made  up  his  mind  that  the  robber  had  stopped 
somewhere  on  the  route  and  taken  refuge  in  the 
southern  provinces.  For  twenty-four  hours  Fix 
watched  the  station  with  feverish  anxiety ;  at  last 
he  was  rewarded  by  seeing  Mr.  Fogg  and  Passe- 
partout arrive,  accompanied  by  a  young  woman, 
whose  presence  he  was  wholly  at  a  loss  to  explain. 
He  hastened  for  a  policeman ;  and  this  was  how 
the  party  came  to  be  arrested  and  brought  before 
Judge  Obadiah. 

Had  Passepartout  been  a  little  less  preoccupied, 
he  would  have  espied  the  detective  ensconced  in  a 
comer  of  the  court-room,  watching  the  proceed- 
ings with  an  interest  easily  understood ;  for  the 
warrant  had  failed  to  reach  him  at  Calcutta,  as  it 
had  done  at  Bombay  and  Suez. 

Judge  Obadiah  had  unfortunately  caught  Passe- 
partout's rash  exclamation,  which  the  poor  fellow 
would  have  given  the  world  to  recall. 

"  The  facts  are  admitted  ?"  asked  the  judge. 

"Admitted,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  coldly. 

"Inasmuch,"  resumed  the  judge,  "as  the  Eng- 
lish law  protects  equally  and  sternly  the  religions 
of  the  Indian  people,  and  as  the  man  Passepartout 
has  admitted  that  he  violated  the  sacred  pagoda 
of  Malebar  Hill,  at  Bombay,  on  the  20th  of 
October,  I  condemn  the  said  Passe])artout  to  im- 


116     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

prison ment  for  fifteen  days  and  a  fine  of  three 
hundred  pounds." 

"  Three  hundred  pounds  !  "  cried  Passepartout, 
startled  at  the  largeness  of  the  sum. 

"  Silence  !  "  shouted  the  constable. 

"And  inasmuch,"  continued  the  judge,  "as  it 
is  not  proved  that  the  act  was  not  done  by  the 
connivance  of  the  master  with  the  servant,  and  as 
the  master  in  any  case  must  be  held  respon- 
sible for  the  acts  of  his  paid  servant,  I  condemn 
Phileas  Fogg  to  a  week's  imprisonment,  and  a  fine 
of  one  hundred  and  fifty  pounds." 

Fix  rubbed  his  hands  softly  with  satisfaction  : 
if  Phileas  Fogg  could  be  detained  in  Calcutta  a 
week,  it  would  be  more  than  time  for  the  warrant 
to  arrive.  Passepartout  was  stupefied.  This  sen- 
tence ruined  his  master.  A  wager  of  twenty 
thousand  pounds  lost,  because  he,  like  a  precious 
fool,  had  gone  into  that  abominable  pagoda  ! 

Phileas  Fogg,  as  self-composed  as  if  the  judgment 
did  not  in  the  least  concern  him,  did  not  even  lift 
his  eyebrows  while  it  was  being  pronounced.  Just 
as  the  clerk  was  calling  the  next  case,  he  rose,  and 
said,  "  I  offer  bail." 

"  You  have  that  right,"  returned  the  judge. 

Fix's  blood  ran  cold,  but  he  resumed  his  com- 
posure when  he  heard  the  judge  announce  that 
the  bail  required  for  each  prisoner  w^ould  be  one 
thousand  pounds. 

"  I  will  pay  it  at  once,"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  taking 
a  roll  of  bank-bills  from  the  carpet-bag,  which 
Passepartout  had  by  him,  and  placing  them  on 
the  clerk's  desk. 


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"  This  sum  will  be  restored  to  you  upon  your 
release  from  prison,"  said  the  judge.  "Mean- 
while, you  are  liberated  on  bail." 

*'  Come  !  "  said  Phileas  Fogg  to  his  servant. 

"But  let  them  at  least  give  me  back  my 
shoes  !  "  cried  Passepartout,  angrily. 

"Ah,  these  are  pretty  dear  shoes!"  he  muttered, 
as  they  were  handed  to  him.  "More  than  a 
thousand  pounds  apiece  ;  besides,  they  pinch  my 
feet." 

Mr.  Fogg,  offering  his  arm  to  Aouda,  then  de- 
parted, followed  by  the  crestfallen  Passepartout. 
Fix  still  nourished  hopes  that  the  robber  would 
not,  after  all,  leave  the  two  thousand  pounds  be- 
hind him,  but  would  decide  to  serve  out  his  week 
in  jail,  and  issued  forth  on  Mr.  Fogg's  traces. 
That  gentleman  took  a  carriage,  and  the  party 
were  soon  landed  on  one  of  the  quays. 

The  Rangoon  was  moored  half  a  mile  off  in 
the  harbor,  its  signal  of  departure  hoisted  at  the 
mast-head.  Eleven  o'clock  was  striking ;  Mr. 
Fogg  was  an  hour  in  advance  of  time.  Fix  saw 
them  leave  the  carriage  and  push  off  in  a  boat  for 
the  steamer,  and  stamped  his  feet  with  disappoint- 
ment. 

"  The  rascal  is  off,  after  all  ! "  he  exclaimed. 
"  Two  thousand  pounds  sacrificed !  He 's  as 
prodigal  as  a  thief !  I  '11  follow  him  to  the  end 
of  the  world  if  necessary ;  but  at  the  rate  he  is 
going  on,  the  stolen  money  will  soon  be  ex- 
hausted." 

The  detective  was  not  far  wrong  in  making  this 
conjecture.     Since    leaving    London,    what    with 


1 18     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

travelling-expenses,  bribes,  the  purchase  of  the 
elephant,  bails,  and  fines,  Mr.  Fogg  had  already 
spent  more  than  five  thousand  pounds  on  the  way, 
and  the  percentage  of  the  sum  recovered  from  the 
bank  robber,  promised  to  the  detectives,  was 
rapidly  diminishing. 


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XVI. 

IN    WHICH    FIX   DOES    NOT    SEEM    TO    UNDERSTAND    IN 
THE    LEAST    WHAT    IS    SAID    TO    HIM. 

HE  Rangoon  —  one  of  the  Peninsular 
and  Oriental  Company's  boats  plying 
in  the  Chinese  and  Japanese  seas — was  a 
screw  steamer,  built  of  iron,  weighing 
about  seventeen  hundred  and  seventy  tons,  and 
with  engines  of  four  hundred  horse-power.  She 
was  as  fast,  but  not  as  well  fitted  up,  as  the 
Mongolia,  and  Aouda  was  not  as  comfortably  pro- 
vided for  on  board  of  her  as  Phileas  Fogg  could 
have  wished.  However,  the  trip  from  Calcutta  to 
Hong  Kong  only  comprised  some  three  thou- 
sand five  hundred  miles,  occupying  from  ten  to 
twelve  days,  and  the  young  woman  was  not  difti- 
cult  to  please. 

During  the  first  days  of  the  journey  Aouda  be- 
came better  acquainted  with  her  protector,  and 
constantly  gave  evidence  of  her  deep  gratitude  for 
what  he  had  done.  The  phlegmatic  gentleman 
listened  to  her,  apparently  at  least,  with  coldness, 
neither  his  voice  nor  his  manner  betraying  the 
slightest  emotion ;  but  he  seemed  to  be  always  on 
the  watch  that  nothing  should  be  wanting  to 
Aouda's  comfort.  He  visited  her  regularly  each 
day  at  certain  hours,  not  so  much  to  talk  himself 
as  to  sit  and  hear  her 'talk.     He  treated  her  with 


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the  strictest  politeness,  but  with  the  precision  of 
an  automaton,  the  movements  of  which  had  been 
arranged  for  this  purpose.  Aouda  did  not  quite 
know  what  to  make  of  him,  though  Passepartout 
had  given  her  some  hints  of  his  master's  eccen- 
tricity, and  made  her  smile  by  telling  her  of  the 
wager  which  was  sending  him  round  the  world. 
After  all,  she  owed  Phileas  Fogg  her  life,  and  she 
always  regarded  him  through  the  exalting  medium 
of  her  gratitude. 

Aouda  confirmed  the  Parsee  guide's  narrative 
of  her  touching  history.  She  did,  indeed,  belong- 
to  the  highest  of  the  native  races  of  India.  Many 
of  the  Parsee  merchants  have  made  great  fortunes 
there  by  dealing  in  cotton  ;  and  one  of  them,  Sir 
Jametsee  Jeejeebhoy,  was  made  a  baronet  by  the 
English  government.  Aouda  was  a  relative  of 
this  great  man,  and  it  was  his  cousin,  Jeejeeh,  whom 
she  hoped  to  join  at  Hong  Kong.  Whether  she 
would  find  a  protector  in  him  she  could  not  tell ; 
but  Mr.  Fogg  essayed  to  calm  her  anxieties,  and 
to  assure  her  that  everything  would  be  mathe- 
matically—  he  used  the  very  word  —  arranged. 
Aouda  fastened  her  great  eyes,  "clear  as  the 
sacred  lakes  of  the  Himalaya,"  upon  him ;  but  the 
intractable  Fogg,  as  reserved  as  ever,  did  not  seem 
at  all  inclined  to  throw  himself  into  this  lake. 

The  first  few  days  of  the  voyage  passed  pros- 
perously, amid  favorable  weiither  and  propitious 
winds,  and  they  soon  came  in  sight  of  the  great 
Andaman,  the  principal  of  the  islands  in  the  Bay 
of  Bengal,  with  its  picturesque  Saddle  Peak,  two 
thousand  four  hundred  feet  high,  looming  above 


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the  waters.  The  steamer  passed  along  near  the 
shores,  but  the  savage  Papuans,  who  are  in  the 
lowest  scale  of  humanity,  but  are  not,  as  has  been 
asserted,  cannibals,  did  not  make  their  appear- 
ance. 

The  panorama  of  tlie  islands,  as  they  steamed 
by  them,  was  superb.  Vast  forests  of  palms, 
arecs,  bamboo,  teak-wood,  of  the  gigantic  mimosa, 
and  tree-like  ferns  covered  the  foreground,  while 
behind,  the  graceful  outlines  of  the  mountains 
were  traced  against  the  sky ;  and  along  the  coasts 
swarmed  by  thousands  the  precious  swallows  whose 
nests  furnish  a  luxurious  dish  to  the  tables  of  the 
Celestial  Empire.  The  varied  landscape  afforded 
by  the  Andaman  Islands  was  soon  passed,  however, 
and  the  Rangoon  rapidly  approached  the  Straits 
of  Malacca,  which  give  access  to  the  China  seas. 

What  was  detective  Fix,  so  unluckily  drawn  on 
from  country  to  country,  doing  all  this  while  % 
He  had  managed  to  embark  on  the  Rangoon  at 
Calcutta  without  being  seen  by  Passepartout,  after 
leaving  orders  that,  if  the  waiTant  should  arrive,  it 
should  be  forwaixied  to  him  at  Hong  Kong;  and 
he  hoped  to  conceal  his  presence  to  the  end  of  the 
voyage.  It  would  have  been  difficult  to  explain 
why  he  was  on  board,  withont  awaking  Passepar- 
tout's suspicions,  who  thought  him  still  at  Bom- 
bay. But  necessity  impelled  him,  nevertheless,  to 
renew  his  acquaintance  with  the  worthy  servant, 
as  will  be  seen. 

All  the  detective's  hopes  and  wishes  were  now 
centred  on  Hong  Kong ;  for  the  steamer's  stay  at 
Singapore   would   be  too  brief   to  enable  him  to 


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take  any  steps  there.  The  arrest  taust  be  made 
at  Hong  Kong,  or  the  robber  would  probably 
escape  him  forever.  Hong  Kong  was  the  last 
English  ground  on  which  he  would  set  foot; 
beyond,  China,  Japan,  America  offered  to  Fogg  an 
almost  certain  refuge.  If  the  warrant  should  at 
last  make  its  appearance  at  Hong  Kong,  Fix  could 
arrest  him  and  give  him  into  the  hands  of  the 
local  police,  and  there  would  be  no  further  trouble. 
But  beyond  Hong  Kong,  a  simple  warrant  would 
be  of  no  avail ;  an  extradition  would  be  necessary, 
and  that  would  result  in  delays  and  obstacles,  of 
which  the  rascal  would  take  advantage  to  elude 
justice. 

Fix  thought  over  t'lese  probabilities  during 
the  long  hours  which  he  spent  in  his  cabin,  and 
kept  repeating  to  himself :  "  Now,  either  the 
warrant  will  b3  at  Hong  Kong,  in  which  case 
I  shall  arrest  my  man,  or  it  will  not  be  there ; 
and  this  time  it  is  absolutely  necessary  that  I 
should  delay  his  departure.  I  have  failed  at 
Bombay,  and  I  have  failed  at  Calcutta :  if  I  fail 
at  Hong  Kong,  my  reputation  is  lost.  Cost  what 
it  may,  I  must  succeed !  But  how  shall  I  prevent 
his  departure,  if  that  should  turn  out  to  be  my 
last  resource]" 

Fix  made  up  his  mind  that,  if  worst  came  to 
worst,  he  would  make  a  confidant  of  Passepartout, 
and  tell  him  what  kind  of  a  fellow  his  master 
really  was.  That  Passepartout  was  not  Fogg's 
accomplice,  he  was  very  certain.  The  servant, 
enlightened  by  his  disclosure,  and  afraid  of  being 
himself  implicated  in  the  crime,  would  doubtless 


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become  an  ally  of  the  detective.  But  this  method 
was  a  dangerous  one,  only  to  be  employed  when 
everything  else  had  failed.  A  word  from  Passe- 
partout to  his  master  would  ruin  all.  The  de- 
tective was  therefore  in  a  sore  strait.  But  sud- 
denly a  new  idea  struck  him.  The  presence  of 
Aouda  on  the  Rangoon,  in  company  with  Phileas 
Fogg,  gave  him  new  material  for  reflection. 

Who  was  this  woman  ]  What  combination  of 
events  had  made  her  Fogg's  travelling  companion  ] 
They  had  evidently  met  somewhere  between  Bom- 
bay and  Calcutta  ;  but  where  1  Had  they  met 
accidental!}',  or  had  Fogg  gone  into  the  interior 
purposely  in  quest  of  this  charming  damsel  1  Fix 
was  fairly  puzzled.  He  asked  himself  whether 
there  had  not  been  a  wicked  elopement ;  and  this 
idea  so  impressed  itself  upon  his  mind  that  he 
determined  to  make  use  of  the  supposed  intrigue. 
AVhether  the  young  woman  were  married  or  not, 
he  would  be  able  to  create  such  difficulties  for  Mr. 
Fogg  at  Hong  Kong,  that  he  could  not  escape  by 
paying  any  amount  of  money. 

But  could  he  even  wait  till  they  reached  Hong 
Kongi  Fogg  had  an  abominable  way  of  jumping 
from  one  boat  to  another,  and,  before  anything 
could  be  effected,  might  get  full  under  way  again 
for  Yokohama. 

Fix  decided  that  he  must  warn  the  English 
authorities,  and  signal  the  Rangoon  before  her 
arrival.  This  was  easy  to  do,  since  the  steamer 
stopped  at  Singapore,  wlience  there  is  a  telegraphic 
wire  to  Hong  Kong.  He  finally  resolved,  more- 
over,  before  acting  more  positively,    to  question 


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Passepartout.  It  would  not  be  difficult  to  make 
him  talk ;  and,  as  there  was  no  time  to  lose,  Fix 
prepared  to  make  himself  known. 

It  was  now  the  30th  of  October,  and  on  the  fol- 
lowing day  the  Rangoon  was  due  at  Singapore. 

Fix  emerged  from  his  cabin,  and  went  on  deck. 
Passepartout  was  promenading  up  and  down  in 
the  forward  part  of  the  steamer.  The  detective 
rushed  forward  with  every  appearance  of  extreme 
surprise,  and  exclaimed,  "  You  here,  on  the  Ran- 
goon ! " 

"  What,  Monsieur  Fix,  are  you  on  board  1 "  re- 
turned the  really  astonished  Passepartout,  recog- 
nizing his  crony  of  the  Mongolia.  "  Why,  I 
left  you  at  Bombay,  and  here  you  are,  on  the  way 
to  Hong  Kong !  Are  you  making  the  tour  of  the 
world  too  % " 

"  No,  no,"  replied  Fix ;  "  I  shall  stop  at  Hong 
Kong  —  at  least  for  some  days." 

"  Hum  !  "  said  Passepartout,  who  seemed  for  an 
instant  perplexed.  "  But  how  is  it  I  have  not 
seen  you  on  board  since  we  left  Calcutta  % " 

"  0,  a  trifle  of  seasickness,  —  I  've  been  stay- 
ing in  my  berth.  The  Gulf  of  Bengal  does  not 
agree  with  me  as  well  as  the  Indian  Ocean.  And 
how  is  Mr.  Fogg  1 " 

"  As  well  and  as  punctual  as  ever,  not  a  day 
behind  time  !  But,  Monsieur  Fix,  you  don't  know 
that  we  have  a  young  lady  with  us." 

"A  young  ladyl"  replied  the  detective,  not 
seeming  to  comprehend  what  was  said. 

Passepartout  thereupon  recounted  Aouda's  his- 
tory, the  affair  at  the   Bombay   pagoda,  the  pur- 


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chase  of  the  elephant  for  two  thousand  pounds, 
the  rescue,  the  arrest  and  sentence  of  the  Calcutta 
court,  and  the  restoration  of  Mr.  Fogg  and  him- 
self to  liberty  on  bail.  Fix,  who  was  familiar  with 
the  last  events,  seemed  to  be  equally  ignorant  of 
all  that  Passepartout  related  ;  and  the  latter  was 
charmed  to  find  so  interested  a  listener. 

"But  does  your  master  propose  to  carry  this 
young  woman  to  Europe  1 " 

"  Not  at  all.  We  are  simply  going  to  place  her 
under  the  protection  of  one  of  her  relatives,  a  rich 
merchant  at  Hong  Kong." 

"  Nothing  to  be  done  there,"  said  Fix  to  him- 
self, concealing  his  disappointment.  ''A  glass  of 
gin,  Mr.  Passepartout  1 " 

"  Willingly,  Monsieur  Fix.  We  must  at  least 
have  a  friendly  glass  on  board  the  Rangoon." 


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XVII. 

SHOWING    WHAT     HAPPENED    ON    THE    VOYAGE     FROM 
SINGAPORE    TO    HONG    KONG. 

HE  detective  and  Passepartout  met  often 
on  deck  after  this  interview,  though  Fix 
was  reserved,  and  did  not  attempt  to  in- 
duce his  companion  to  divulge  any  more 
facts  concerning  Mr.  Fogg.  He  caught  a  ghmpse 
of  that  mysterious  gentleman  once  or  twice ;  but 
Mr.  Fogg  usually  confined  himself  to  the  cabin, 
where  he  kept  Aouda  company,  or,  according  to 
his  inveterate  habit,  took  a  hand  at  whist. 

Passepartout  began  very  seriously  to  conjecture 
what  strange  chance  kept  Fix  still  on  the  route 
that  his  master  was  pursuing.  It  was  really 
worth  considering  why  this  certainly  very  amiable 
and  complacent  person,  whom  he  had  first  met  at 
Suez,  had  then  encountered  on  board  the  Mon- 
golia, who  disembarked  at  Bombay,  which  he  an- 
nounced as  his  destination,  and  now  turned  up 
so  unexpectedly  on  the  Rangoon,  was  following 
Mr.  Fogg's  tracks  step  by  step.  What  was  Fix's 
object  ?  Passepartout  was  ready  to  wager  his 
Indian  shoes  —  which  he  religiously  preserved 
—  that  Fix  would  also  leave  Hong  Kong  at  the 
same  time  with  thsm,  and  probably  on  the  same 
steamer. 

Passeparto  ut  might  have  cudgelled  his  brain  for 


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a  century  without  hitting  upon  the  real  object 
which  the  detective  had  in  view.  He  never  could 
have  imagined  that  Phileas  Fogg  was  being  tracked 
as  a  robber,  around  the  globe.  But  as  it  is  in 
human  nature  to  attempt  the  solution  of  every 
mystery,  Passepartout  suddenly  discovered  an  ex- 
l^lanation  of  Fix's  movements,  which  was  in  truth 
far  from  unreasonable.  Fix,  he  thought,  could 
only  be  an  agent  of  Mr.  Fogg's  friends  at  the  Re- 
form Club,  sent  to  follow  him  up,  and  to  ascertain 
that  he  really  made  the  tour  around  the  world  as 
had  been  agreed  upon. 

"  It  's  clear  !  "  repeated  the  worthy  servant  to 
himself,  proud  of  his  shrewdness.  "  He  's  a  spy  sent 
to  keep  us  in  view  !  That  is  n't  quite  the  thing, 
either,  to  be  spying  Mr.  Fogg,  who  is  so  honorable 
a  man  !  Ah,  gentleman  of  the  Reform,  this  shall 
cost  you  dear  !  " 

Passepartout,  enchanted  with  his  discovery,  re- 
solved to  say  nothing  to  his  master,  lest  he  should 
be  justly  offended  at  this  mistrust  on  the  part  of 
his  adversaries.  But  he  determined  to  chaff  Fix, 
when  he  had  the  chance,  with  mysterious  allusions, 
which,  however,  need  not  betray  his  real  sus- 
picions. 

During  the  afternoon  of  Wednesday,  October 
30th,  the  Rangoon  entered  the  Strait  of  Malacca, 
which  separates  the  peninsula  of  that  name  from 
Sumatra.  The  mountainous  and  craggy  islets  in- 
tercepted the  beauties  of  this  noble  island  from  the 
view  of  the  travellers.  The  Rangoon  weighed  an- 
chor at  Singapore  the  next  day  at  four  a.  m.,  to 
receive  coal,  having  gained  half  a  day  on  the  pre- 


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s:ribed  time  of  her  arrival.  Phileas  Fogg  noted 
this  gain  in  his  jonrnal,  and  then,  accompanied  by 
Aouda,  who  betrayed  a  desire  for  a  promenade  on 
shore,  disembarked. 

Fix,  who  suspected  Mr.  Fogg's  every  movement, 
followed  them  cautiously,  without  being  himself 
perceived;  while  Passepartout,  laughing  in  his 
sleeve  at  Fix's  manoeuvres,  went  about  his  usual 
errands. 

The  island  of  Singapore  is  not  imposing  in 
aspect,  for  there  are  no  mountains ;  yet  its  ap- 
pearance is  not  without  attractions.  It  is  a  park 
checkered  by  pleasant  highways  and  avenues.  A 
handsome  carriage,  drawn  by  a  sleek  pair  of  New 
Holland  horses,  carried  Phileas  Fogg  and  Aouda 
into  the  midst  of  rows  of  palms  with  brilliant  foli- 
age, and  of  clove-trees  whereof  the  cloves  form  the 
heart  of  a  half-open  flower.  Pepper  plants  re- 
placed the  prickly  hedges  of  European  fields  ;  sago- 
bushes,  large  ferns  with  gorgeous  branches,  varied 
the  aspect  of  this  tropical  clime ;  while  nutmeg- 
trees  in  full  foliage  filled  the  air  with  a  penetrating 
perfume.  Agile  and  grinning  bands  of  monkeys 
skipped  about  in  the  trees,  nor  were  tigers  want- 
ing in  the  jungles. 

After  a  drive  of  two  hours  through  the  country, 
Aouda  and  Mr.  Fogg  returned  to  the  town,  which 
is  a  vast  collection  of  heavy-looking,  irregular 
houses,  surrounded  by  charming  gardens  rich  in 
tropical  fruits  and  plants ;  and  at  ten  o'clock  they 
re-embarked,  closely  followed  by  the  detective,  who 
had  kept  constantly  in  sight  of  them. 

Passepartout,  who  had  been  purchasing  several 


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dozen  mangoes,  as  large  as  good-sized  apples,  —  a 
fruit  of  a  dark-brown  color  outside  and  a  bright  red 
within,  and  whose  white  pulp,  melting  in  the 
mouth,  affords  gourmands  a  delicious  sensation,  — 
w^as  waiting  for  them  on  deck.  He  was  only  too 
glad  to  offer  some  mangoes  to  Aouda,  who  thanked 
liim  very  gracefully  for  them. 

At  eleven  o'clock  the  Rangoon  rode  out  of  Sing- 
apore harbor,  and  in  a  few^  hours  the  high  moun- 
tains of  Malacca,  with  their  forests  inhabited  by 
the  most  beautifully  furred  tigers  in  the  world, 
were  lost  to  view.  Singapore  is  distant  some 
thirteen  hvmdred  miles  from  the  island  of  Hong 
Kong,  which  is  really  a  little  English  colony  near 
the  Chinese  coast.  Phileas  Fogg  hoped  to  accom- 
plish the  journey  in  six  days,  so  as  to  be  in  time 
for  the  steamer  which  would  leave  on  the  6th  of 
November  for  Yokohama,  the  principal  Japanese 
port. 

The  Rangoon  had  a  large  quota  of  passengers, 
many  of  whom  disembarked  at  Singapore,  among 
them  a  number  of  Indians,  Ceylonese,  Chinamen, 
Malays,  and  Portuguese,  mostly  second-class  travel- 
lers. 

The  weather,  w^hich  had  hitherto  been  fine, 
changed  with  the  last  quarter  of  the  moon.  The 
sea  rolled  heavily,  and  the  wind  at  intervals  rose 
almost  to  a  storm,  but  happily  blew  from  the 
southwest,  and  thus  aided  the  steamer's  progress. 
The  captain  as  often  as  possible  put  up  his  sails, 
and  under  the  double  action  of  steam  and  sail,  the 
vessel  made  rapid  progress  along  the  coasts  of 
Anam  and  Cochin  China.     Owing  to  the  defecti^■e 


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construction  of  the  Rangoon,  however,  unusual  pre- 
cautions became  necessary  in  unfavorable  weather ; 
but  the  loss  of  time  which  resulted  from  this 
cause,  while  it  nearly  drove  Passepartout  out  of 
his  senses,  did  not  seem  to  affect  his  master  in  the 
least.  Passepartout  blamed  the  captain,  the  engi- 
neer, and  the  company,  and  devoted  all  who  were 
connected  with  the  boat  to  the  malignant  powers 
imder  the  earth.  Perhaps  the  thought  of  the  gas- 
burner,  which  was  remorselessly  burning  at  his  ex- 
pense in  Saville  Row,  had  something  to  do  with 
his  hot  impatience. 

"  You  are  in  a  great  huny,  then,"  said  Fix  to 
him  one  day,  "to  reach  Hong  Kongl" 

"  A  very  great  hurry  !  " 

"Mr.  Fogg,  I  suppose,  is  anxious  to  catch 
the  steamer  for  Yokohama  \ " 

"  Terribly  anxious." 

"  You  believe  in  this  tour  around  the  world, 
then  ? " 

"  Absolutely.     Don't  you,  Monsieur  Fix  1 " 

"  I  ]     1  don't  believe  a  word  of  it." 

"  You  're  a  sly  one  ! "  said  Passepartout,  winking 
at  him. 

This  expression  rather  disturbed  Fix,  without 
his  knowing  why.  Had  the  Frenchman  guessed 
his  real  purpose  1  He  knew  not  what  to  think. 
But  how  could  Passepartout  have  discovered  that 
he  was  a  detective  ]  Yet,  in  speaking  as  he  did, 
the  man  evidently  meant  more  than  he  expressed. 

Passepartout  went  still  further  the  next  day ; 
he  could  not  hold  his  tongue. 

"  Se3  here,  Monsieur  Fix,"  said  he,  in  a  banter- 


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ing  tone ;  "  shall  we  be  so  imfoi'tunate  as  to  lose 
you  when  we  get  to  Hong  Kong  1 " 

"  Why,"  responded  Fix,  a  little  embarrassed,  "  I 
don't  know ;  perhaps  —  " 

"  Ah,  if  you  would  only  go  on  with  us !  An 
agent  of  the  Peninsular  Company,  you  know, 
can't  stop  on  the  way  !  You  were  only  going  to 
Bombay,  and  here  you  are  in  China.  America  is 
not  far  off,  and  from  America  to  Europe  is  only  a 
step." 

Fix  looked  intently  at  his  companion,  whose 
countenance  was  as  serene  as  possible,  and  laughed 
with  him.  But  Passepartout  persisted  in  chaff- 
ing him  by  asking  him  if  he  made  much  by  his 
present  occupation] 

"Yes,  and  no,"  returned  Fix;  "there  is  good 
and  bad  luck  in  such  things.  But  you  must 
understand  that  I  don't  travel  at  my  own  ex- 
pense." 

"  0,  I  'm  quite  sure  of  that,"  cried  Passepartout, 
laughing  heartily. 

Fix,  fairly  puzzled,  descended  to  his  cabin  and 
gave  himself  up  to  his  reflections.  He  was  evi- 
denly  suspected  ;  somehow  or  other  the  French- 
man had  found  out  that  he  was  a  detective.  But 
had  he  told  his  master  ]  What  part  was  he  play- 
ing in  all  this  :  was  he  an  accomplice  or  not  1 
W^as  the  game,  then,  up  ]  Fix  spent  several  hours 
turning  these  things  over  in  his  mind,  sometimes 
thinking  that  all  was  lost,  then  persuading  himself 
that  Fogg  was  ignorant  of  his  presence,  and  then 
undecided  what  course  it  was  best  to  take. 

Nevertheless,  he  preserved  his  coolness  of  mind, 


132      The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Baf/s. 

and  at  last  resolved  to  deal  plainly  with  Passepar- 
tout. If  ha  did  not  find  it  practicable  to  arrest 
Fogg  at  Hong  Kong,  and  if  Fogg  made  prepara- 
ations  to  leave  that  last  foothold  of  English  terri- 
tory, he,  Fix,  would  tell  Passepartout  all.  Either 
the  sarvant  was  the  accomplice  of  his  master,  and 
in  this  case  the  master  knew  of  his  operations, 
and  he  should  fail ;  or  else  the  servant  knew 
nothing  about  the  robbery,  and  then  his  interest 
would  be  to  abandon  the  robber. 

Such  was  the  situation  between  Fix  and  Passe- 
partout. Meanwhile  Phileas  Fogg  moved  about 
above  them  in  the  most  majestic  and  unconscious 
indifference.  He  was  passing  methodically  in  his 
orbit  around  the  world,  regardless  of  the  lesser 
stars  which  gravitated  around  him.  Yet  there 
was  near  by  what  the  astronomers  would  call  a 
disturbing  star,  which  might  have  produced  an 
agitation  in  this  gentleman's  heart.  But  no  ! 
the  charms  of  Aouda  failed  to  act,  to  Passepar- 
tout's great  surprise  ;  and  the  disturbances,  if  they 
existed,  would  have  been  more  difficult  to  calculate 
than  those  of  Uranus,  which  led  to  the  discovery 
of  Neptune. 

It  was  every  day  an  increasing  wonder  to  Pas- 
separtout, who  read  in  Aouda's  eyes  the  depths  of 
her  gratitude  to  his  master.  Phileas  Fogg,  though 
brave  and  gallant,  must  be,  he  thought,  quite 
heartless.  As  to  the  sentiment  which  this  jour- 
ney might  have  awakened  in  him,  there  was 
clearly  no  trace  of  such  a  thing ;  while  poor  Pas- 
separtout existed  in  perpetual  reveries. 

One  dav  he  was  leaning  on  the  railing  of  the 


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engine-room,  and  was  observing  the  engine,  when 
a  sudden  pitch  of  the  steamer  threw  the  screw  out 
of  the  water.  The  steam  came  hissing  out  of  the 
valves  ;  and  this  made  Passepartout  indignant. 

"  The  valves  are  not  sufficiently  charged  I  "  he 
exclaimed.  "  We  are  not  going.  0,  these  Eng 
lish  !  If  this  was  an  American  craft,  we  should 
blow  up,  perhaps,  but  we  should  at  all  events  go 
faster ! " 


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XVIII. 

IX    WHICH     PHILEAS     FOGG,    PASSEPARTOUT,    AND    FIX 
GO    EACH    ABOUT    HIS    BUSINESS. 

HE  weather  was  bad  during  the  latter 
days  of  the  voyage.  The  wind,  obsti- 
nately remaining  in  the  northwest,  blew 
a  gale,  and  retarded  the  steamer.  The 
Rangoon  rolled  heavily,  and  the  passengers  be- 
came impatient  of  the  long,  monstrous  waves  which 
the  wind  raised  before  their  path.  A  sort  of 
tempest  arose  on  the  3rd  of  November,  the  squall 
knocking  the  vessel  about  with  fury,  and  the 
waves  running  higli.  The  Rangoon  reefed  all  her 
sails,  and  even  the  rigging  proved  too  much, 
whistling  and  shaking  amid  the  squall.  The 
steamer  was  forced  to  proceed  slowly,  and  the 
captain  estimated  that  she  would  reach  Hong 
Kong  twenty  hours  behind  time,  and  more  if 
the  storm  lasted. 

Phileas  Fogg  gazed  at  the  tempestuous  sea, 
which  seemed  to  be  struggling  especially  to  de- 
lay him,  with  his  habitual  tranquillity.  He  never 
changed  countenance  for  an  instant,  though  a  de- 
lay of  twenty  hours,  by  making  him  too  late  for 
the  Yokohama  boat,  would  almost  inevitably  cause 
the  loss  of  the  wager.  But  this  man  of  nerve 
manifested  neither  impatience  nor  annoyance ;  it 
seemed  as  if  the  storm  were  a  part  of   his  pro- 


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gramme,  and  had  been  foreseen.  Aoiida  was 
n  mazed  to  find  him  as  calm  as  he  had  been  from 
the  first  time  she  saw  him. 

Fix  did  not  look  at  the  state  of  things  in  the  same 
light.  The  storm  greatly  pleased  him.  His  satis- 
faction would  have  been  complete  had  the  Rangoon 
been  forced  to  retreat  before  the  violence  of  wind 
and  waves.  Each  delay  filled  him  with  hope,  for  it 
became  more  and  more  probable  that  Fogg  would 
be  obliged  to  remain  some  days  at  Hong  Kong ; 
and  now  the  heavens  themselves  became  his  allies, 
with  the  gusts  and  squalls.  It  mattered  not  that 
they  made  him  seasick,  —  he  made  no  account  of 
this  inconvenience  ;  and  while  his  body  was  writh- 
ing under  the  distemper,  his  spirit  bounded  with 
hopeful  exultation. 

Passepartout  was  enraged  beyond  expression  by 
the  unpropitious  weather.  Everything  had  gone 
so  well  till  now  I  Earth  and  sea  had  seemed  to  be 
at  his  master's  service ;  steamers  and  railways 
obeyed  him  ;  wind  and  steam  iniited  to  speed  his 
journey.  Had  the  hour  of  adversity  come  ]  Pas- 
separtout was  as  much  excited  as  if  the  twenty 
thousand  pounds  were  to  come  from  his  own 
pocket.  The  storm  exasperated  him,  the  gale 
made  him  furious,  and  he  longed  to  lash  the 
obstinate  sea  into  obedience.  Poor  fellow  I  Fix 
carefully  concealed  from  him  his  own  satisfaction, 
for,  had  he  betrayed  it,  Passepartout  could  scarcely 
have  restrained  himself  from  personal  violence. 

Passepartout  remained  on  deck  as  long  as  the 
tempest  lasted,  being  unable  to  remain  quiet  be- 
low, and  taking  it  into  his  head  to  aid  the  pro- 


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gress  of  the  ship  by  lending  a  hand  with  the  crew. 
He  overwhelmed  the  captain,  officers,  and  sailors, 
who  could  not  help  laughing  at  his  impatience, 
with  all  sorts  of  questions.  He  wanted  to  know 
exactly  how  long  the  storm  was  going  to  last ; 
whereupon  he  Avas  referred  to  the  barometer, 
which  seemed  to  have  no  intention  of  rising. 
Passepartout  shook  it,  but  with  no  perceptible 
effect ;  for  neither  shaking  nor  maledictions  could 
prevail  upon  it  to  change  its  mind. 

On  the  4th,  however,  the  sea  became  more 
calm,  and  the  storm  lessened  its  violence  ;  the 
v/ind  veered  southward,  and  was  once  more  favor- 
able. Passepartout  cleared  up  with  the  weather. 
Some  of  the  sails  were  unfurled,  and  the  Rangoon 
resumed  its  most  rapid  speed.  The  time  lost 
could  not,  however,  be  regained.  Land  was  not 
signalled  until  five  o'clock  on  the  morning  of  the 
6th  ;  the  steamer  was  due  on  the  5th.  Phileas 
Fogg  was  twenty-four  hours  behindhand,  and  the 
Yokohama  steamer  would  of  course  be  missed. 

The  pilot  went  on  board  at  six,  and  took  his 
place  on  the  bridge,  to  guide  the  Rangoon  through 
the  channels  to  the  port  of  Hong  Kong.  Passe- 
partout longed  to  ask  him  if  the  steamer  had  left 
for  Yokohama  ;  but  he  dared  not,  for  he  wished  to 
preserve  the  spark  of  hope  which  still  remained 
till  the  last  moment.  He  had  confided  his  anxi- 
ety to  Fix,  who  —  the  sly  rascal !  —  tried  to  console 
him  by  saying  that  Mr.  Fogg  woiild  be  in  time  if 
he  took  the  next  boat ;  but  this  only  put  Passe- 
partout in  a  passion. 

Mr.  Fogg,  bolder  than  his  servant,  did  not  hesi- 


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tate  to  approach  the  pilot,  and  tranquilly  ask  him 
if  he  knew  when  a  steamer  would  leave  Hong 
Kong  for  Yokohama. 

"  At  high  tide  to-morrow  moraing/'  answered  the 
pilot. 

"  Ah  !  "  said  Mr.  Fogg,  without  betraying  any 
astonishment. 

Passepartout,  who  heard  what  passed,  would 
wilUngly  have  embraced  the  pilot,  while  Fix  would 
have  been  glad  to  twist  his  neck. 

"What  is  the  steamer's  name  ]  "  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  The  Carnatic." 

"  Ought  she  not  to  have  gone  yesterday  %  " 

"  Yes,  sir ;  but  they  had  to  repair  one  of  her 
boilers,  and  so  her  departure  was  postponed  till 
to-morrow." 

"  Thank  you,"  returned  Mr.  Fogg,  descending 
mathematically  to  the  saloon. 

Passepartout  clasped  the  pilot's  hand  and  shook 
it  heartily  in  his  delight,  exclaiming  :  "  Pilot,  you 
are  the  best  of  good  fellows  !  " 

The  pilot  probably  does  not  know  to  this  day 
why  his  responses  won  him  this  enthusiastic  greet- 
ing. He  remounted  the  bridge,  and  guided  the 
steamer  through  the  flotilla  of  junks,  tankas,  and 
fishing-boats,  which  crowd  the  harbor  of  Hong 
Kong. 

At  one  o'clock  the  Rangoon  was  at  the  quay,  and 
the  passengers  were  going  ashore. 

Chance  had  strangely  favored  Phileas  Fogg,  for, 
had  not  the  Carnatic  been  forced  to  lie  over  for 
repairing  her  boilers,  she  would  have  left  on  the 
6th  of  November,  and  the  passengers  for  Japan 


138      The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

would  have  been  obliged  to  await  for  a  week  the 
sailing  of  the  next  steamer.  Mr.  Fogg  was,  it  is 
true,  twenty-four  hours  behind  his  time ;  but  this 
could  not  seriously  imperil  the  remainder  of  his 
tour. 

The  steamer  which  crossed  the  Pacific  from 
Yokohama  to  San  Francisco  made  a  direct  con- 
nection with  that  from  Hong  Kong,  and  it  could 
not  sail  until  the  latter  reached  Yokohama ;  and 
if  Mr.  Fogg  was  twenty-four  hours  late  on  reach- 
ing Yokohama,  this  time  would  no  doubt  be  easily 
regained  in  the  voyage  of  twenty-two  days  across 
the  Pacific.  He  found  himself,  then,  about  twenty- 
four  hours  behindhand,  thirty-five  days  after  leav- 
ing London. 

The  Carnatic  was  announced  to  leave  Hong 
Kong  at  five  the  next  morning.  Mr.  Fogg  had 
sixteen  hours  in  which  to  do  his  business  there, 
which  was  to  deposit  Aouda  safely  with  her  wealthy 
relative. 

On  landing,  he  conducted  her  to  a  palanquin, 
in  which  they  repaired  to  the  Club  Hotel.  A 
room  was  engaged  for  the  young  woman,  and  Mr, 
Fogg,  after  seeing  to  it  that  she  wanted  for  noth- 
ing, set  out  in  search  of  her  cousin  Jcjeeh.  He 
instructed  Passepartout  to  remain  at  the  hotel 
until  his  return,  that  Aouda  might  not  be  left 
entirely  alone. 

Mr.  Fogg  repaired  to  the  Exchange,  where,  he 
did  not  doubt,  every  one  would  know  so  wealthy 
and  considerable  a  personage  as  the  Parsee  mer- 
chant. Meeting  a  broker,  he  made  the  inquirj^,  to 
learn  that  Jejeeh  had  left  China  two    years  be- 


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fore,  and,  retiring  from  business  with  an  immense 
fortune,  had  taken  up  his  residence  in  Europe,  —  in 
HoUand,  tlie  broker  thought,  with  the  merchants 
of  which  country  he  had  principally  traded.  Phil- 
eas  Fogg  returned  to  the  hotel,  begged  a  moment's 
conversation  with  Aouda,  and,  without  more  ado, 
apprised  her  that  Jejeeh  was  no  longer  at  Hong 
Kong,  but  probably  in  Holland. 

Aouda  at  first  said  nothing.  She  passed  her 
hand  across  her  forehead,  and  reflected  a  few  mo- 
ments. Then,  in  her  sweet,  soft  voice,  she  said, 
"  What  ought  I  to  do,  Mr.  Foggl" 

"It  is  very  simple,"  responded  the  gentleman. 
''  Go  on  to  Europe." 

"  But  I  cannot  intrude  —  " 

"  You  do  not  intrude,  nor  do  you  in  the  least 
embarrass  my  project.     Passepartout !  " 

•'  Monsieur." 

"  Go  to  the  Carnatic,  and  engage  three  cabins." 

Passepartout,  delighted  that  the  young  w^oman, 
who  was  very  gracious  to  him,  was  going  to  con- 
tinue the  journey  with  them,  went  off  at  a  brisk 
gait  to  obey  his  master's  order. 


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XIX. 

IN   WHICH    PASSEPARTOUT    TAKES    A    TOO     GREAT     IN- 
TEREST   IN    HIS    MASTER,  AND  WHAT    COMES    OF    IT. 

ONG  KONG  is  an  island  which  came 
into  the  possession  of  the  English  by  the 
treaty  of  Nankin,  after  the  war  of  1842  ; 
and  the  colonizing  genius  of  the  English 
has  created  upon  it  an  important  city  and  an 
excellent  port.  The  island  is  situated  at  the 
mouth  of  the  Canton  River,  and  is  separated  by 
about  sixty  miles  from  the  Portuguese  town  of 
Macao,  on  the  opposite  coast.  Hong  Kong  has 
vanquished  Macao  in  the  struggle  for  the  Chinese 
trade,  and  now  the  greater  part  of  the  transpor- 
tation of  Chinese  goods  finds  its  depot  at  the 
former  place.  Docks,  hospitals,  wharves,  a  Gothic 
cathedral,  a  government  house,  macadamized 
streets  give  to  Hong  Kong  the  appearance  of  a 
town  in  Kent  or  Surrey,  transferred  by  some 
strange  magic  to  the  antipodes. 

Passepartout  wandered,  with  his  hands  in  his 
pockets,  towards  the  Victoria  port,  gazing  as  he 
went  at  the  curious  palanquins,  and  other  modes 
of  conveyance,  and  the  groups  of  Chinese,  Japan- 
ese, and  Europeans  who  passed  to  and  fro  in  the 
streets.  Hong  Kong  seemed  to  him  not  unlike 
Bombay,  Calcutta,  and  Singapore,  since,  like  them, 
it  betrayed  everywhere   the  evidence   of  English 


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supremacy.  At  the  Victoria  port  he  found  a  con- 
fused mass  of  ships  of  all  nations,  English,  French, 
American,  and  Dutch,  men-of-war  and  trading- 
vessels,  Japanese  and  Chinese  junks,  sempas,  tan- 
kas,  and  flower-boats  which  formed  so  many  float- 
ing parterres.  Passepartout  noticed  in  the  crowd 
a  number  of  the  natives  who  seemed  very  old,  and 
were  dressed  in  yellow.  On  going  into  a  barber's 
to  get  shaved,  he  learned  that  these  ancient  men 
were  all  at  least  eighty  years  old,  at  which  age 
they  were  permitted  to  wear  yellow,  which  is  the 
Imperial  color.  Passepartout,  without  exactly 
knowing  why,  thought  this  A'ery  funny. 

On  reaching  the  quay  where  they  were  to  em- 
bark on  the  Carnatic,  he  was  not  astonished  to 
find  Fix  walking  up  and  down.  The  detective 
seemed  very  much  disturbed  and  disappointed. 

"  This  is  bad,"  muttered  Passepartout,  "  for  the 
gentlemen  of  the  Reform  Club  ! "  He  accosted 
Fix  with  a  merry  smile,  as  if  he  had  not  perceived 
that  gentleman's  chagrin.  The  detective  had, 
indeed,  good  reasons  to  inveigh  against  the  bad 
luck  which  pursued  him.  The  wan-ant  had  not 
come  !  It  was  certainly  on  the  way,  but  as  certain- 
ly it  could  not  now  reach  Hong  Kong  for  several 
days  ;  and  this  being  the  last  English  territory  on 
Mr.  Fogg's  route,  the  robber  would  escape,  unless 
he  could  manage  to  detain  him. 

"Well,  Monsieur  Fix,"  said  Passepartout,  "have 
you  decided  to  go  on  with  us  as  far  as  America  ? " 

"  Yes,"  returned  Fix,  through  his  set  teeth. 

"  Good  !  "  exclaimed  Passepartout,  laughing 
heartily.    "  I  knew  you  could  not  persuade  your- 


]  42     Tlie  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Bays. 

self  to  separate  from  us.  Come  and  engage  your 
berth." 

They  entered  the  steamer  office,  and  secured 
cabins  for  four  persons.  The  clerk,  as  he  gave 
them  the  tickets,  informed  them  that,  the  repairs 
on  the  Carnatic  having  been  completed,  the 
steamer  would  leave  that  very  evening,  and  not 
next  morning,  as  had  been  announced. 

"  That  will  suit  my  master  all  the  better,"  said 
Passepartout.    "  I  will  go  and  let  him  know." 

Fix  now  desided  to  make  a  bold  move  ;  he  re- 
solved to  tell  Passepartout  all.  It  seemed  to 
be  the  only  possible  means  of  keeping  Phileas 
Fogg  several  days  longer  at  Hong  Kong.  He  ac- 
cordingly invited  his  companion  into  a  tavern 
which  caught  his  eye  on  the  quay.  On  entering, 
they  found  themselves  in  a  large  room  handsomely 
decorated,  at  the  end  of  which  was  a  large  camp- 
bed  furnished  with  cushions.  Several  persons  lay 
upon  this  bed  in  a  deep  sleep.  At  the  small 
tables  which  were  arranged  about  the  room,  some 
thirty  customers  were  drinking  English  beer,  por- 
ter, gin,  and  brandy  ;  smoking,  the  while,  long  red 
clay  pipes,  stuffed  with  little  balls  of  opium  min- 
gled with  essence  of  rose.  From  time  to  time  one 
of  the  smokers,  overcome  with  the  narcotic,  would 
slip  under  the  table,  whereupon  the  waiters,  tak- 
ing him  by  the  head  and  feet,  carried  and  laid 
him  upon  the  bed.  The  bed  already  supported 
twenty  of  these  stupefied  sots. 

Fix  and  Passepartout  saw  that  they  were  in  a 
smoking-house  haunted  by  those  wretched,  cada- 
verous,  idiotic   creatures,    to    whom    the    English 


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merchants  sell  eveiy  year  the  miserable  drug  called 
opium,  to  the  amount  of  one  million  four  hundred 
thousand  pounds,  —  thousands  devoted  to  one  of 
the  most  despicable  vices  which  afflict  humanity. 
The  Chinese  government  has  in  vain  attempted  to 
deal  with  the  evil  by  stringent  laws.  It  passed 
graduall}^  from  the  rich,  to  whom  it  was  at  first 
exclusively  reserved,  to  the  lower  classes,  and 
then  its  ravages  could  not  be  aiTested.  OjDium  is 
smoked  everywhere,  at  all  times,  by  men  and 
women,  in  the  Celestial  Empire ;  and,  once  accus- 
tomed to  it,  the  victims  cannot  dispense  with  it, 
except  by  suffering  horrible  bodily  contortions  and 
agonies.  A  great  smoker  can  smoke  as  many  as 
eight  pipes  a  day ;  but  he  dies  in  five  years.  It 
was  in  one  of  these  dens  that  Fix  and  Passepar- 
tout, in  search  of  a  friendly  glass,  found  them- 
selves. Passepartout  had  no  money,  but  willingly 
accepted  Fix's  invitation  in  the  hope  of  returning 
the  obligation  at  some  future  time. 

They  ordered  two  bottles  of  port,  to  which  the 
Frenchman  did  ample  justice,  while  Fix  observed 
him  with  close  attention.  They  chatted  about  the 
journey,  and  Passepartout  was  especially  merry  at 
the  idea  that  Fix  was  going  to  continue  it  with 
them.  When  the  bottles  were  empty,  however, 
he  rose  to  go  and  tell  his  master  of  the  change  in 
the  time  of  the  sailing  of  the  Carnatic. 

Fix  caught  him  by  the  arm,  and  said,  "  Wait  a 
moment." 

"  What  for,  Monsieur  Fix  %  " 

"  I  want  to  have  a  serious  talk  with  you." 

"  A  serious  talk  !  "  cried  Passepartout,  drinking 


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up  ths  little  wine  that  was  left  in  the  bottom  of 
his  glass.  "  Well,  we  '11  talk  about  it  to-morrow\ 
I  haven't  time  now." 

''  Stay !  What  I  have  to  say  concerns  your 
master." 

Passepartout,  at  this,  looked  attentive^  at  his 
companion.  Fix's  face  seemed  to  have  a  singular 
expression.     He   resumed  his   seat. 

"  What  is  it  that  you  have  to  say]" 

Fix  placed  his  hand  upon  Passepartout's  arm, 
and,  lowering  his  voice,  said,  "  You  have  guessed 
who  I  am  % " 

"  Parbleu  !  "  said  Passepartout,  smiling. 

"  Then  I  'm  going  to  tell  you  everything  —  " 

*'  Now  that  I  know  everything,  my  friend  !  Ah  ! 
th.xt  's  very  good.  But  go  on,  go  on.  First, 
though,  let  me  tell  you  that  those  gentlemen  have 
put  themselves  to  a  useless  expense." 

"  Useless  ! "  said  Fix.  "  You  speak  confidently. 
It 's  clear  that  you  don't  know  how  large  the  sum 
is." 

"  Of  course  I  do,"  returned  Passepartout. 
"  Twenty  thousand  pounds." 

''  Fifty-five  thousand  !  "  answered  Fix,  pressing 
his  companion's  hand. 

"What !  "  cried  the  Frenchman.  "  Has  Monsieur 
Fogg  dared  —  fifty-five  thousand  pounds  !  Well, 
there 's  all  the  more  reason  for  not  losing  an 
instant,"  he  continued,  getting  up  hastily. 

Fix  pushed  Passepartout  back  in  his  chair,  and 
resumed  :  "  Fifty-five  thousand  pounds ;  and  if  I 
succeed,  I  get  two  thousand  pounds.  If  you'll 
help  me,  I  '11  let  you  have  five  hundred  of  them." 


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"  Help  you  1 "  cried  Passepartout,  whose  eyes 
were  standing  wide  open. 

"  Yes ;  help  me  keep  Mr.  Fogg  here  for  two  or 
three  days." 

"  Why,  what  are  yon  saying?  Those  gentle- 
men are  not  satisfied  with  following  my  master 
and  suspecting  his  honor,  but  they  must  try  to 
put  obstacles  in  his  way  !     I  blush  for  them  !  " 

"  What  do  you  mean  ?  " 

"  I  mean  that  it  is  a  piece  of  shameful  indeli- 
cacy. They  might  as  well  waylay  Monsieur  Fogg, 
and  put  his  money  in  their  pockets  !  " 

"  That  's  just  what  we  count  on  doing." 

"  It 's  a  conspiracy  then,"  cried  Passepartout, 
who  became  more  and  more  excited  as  the  liquor 
mounted  in  his  head,  for  he  drank  without 
perceiving  it.  "  A  real  conspiracy  !  And  gentle- 
men, too.     Bah  I " 

Fix  began  to  be  puzzled. 

"  Members  of  the  Pieform  Club  ! "  continued 
Passepartout.  "You  must  know,  Monsieur  Fix, 
that  my  master  is  an  honest  man,  and  that,  when 
he  makes  a  wager,  he  tries  to  win  it  fairly  ! " 

"  But  who  do  you  think  I  am  ] "  asked  Fix, 
looking  at  him  intently. 

"  Parbleu !  An  agent  of  the  members  of  the 
Keform  Club,  sent  out  here  to  inteiTupt  my  mas- 
ter's journey.  But,  though  I  found  you  out 
some  time  ago,  I  've  taken  good  care  to  say  nothing 
about  it  to  Mr.  Fogg." 

"  He  knows  nothing,  then  1 " 

"Nothing,"  replied  Passepartout,  again  empty- 
ing his  glass. 

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The  detective  passed  his  hand  across  his  fore- 
head, hesitating  before  he  spoke  again.  What 
should  he  do  %  Passepartout's  mistake  seemed 
sincere,  but  it  made  his  design  more  difficult.  It 
was  evident  that  the  servant  was  not  the  master's 
accomplice,  as  Fix  had  been  inclined  to  suspect. 

"  Well,"  said  the  detective  to  himself,  '"  as  he  is 
not  an  accomplice,  he  will  helj)  me." 

He  had  no  time  to  lose  :  Fog-g  must  be  detained 
at  Hong  Kong  ;  so  he  resolved  to  make  a  clean 
breast  of  it. 

"  Listen  to  me,"  said  Fix,  abruptly.  "  I  am  not, 
as  you  think,  an  agent  of  the  members  of  the  Re- 
form Club  —  " 

"  Bah  !  "  retorted  Passepartout,  with  an  air  of 
raillery. 

"  I  am  a  police  detective,  sent  out  here  by  the 
London  office." 

"  You,  a  detective  % " 

"  I  will  pj-ove  it.     Here  is  my  commission." 
Passepartout  was  speechless  with  astonishment 
w^hen  Fix  displayed  this  document,  the  genuine- 
ness of  which  could  not  be  doubted. 

"  Mr.  Fogg's  wager,"  resumed   Fix,  "  is    only  a 
pretext,  of  which  you  and  the  gentlemen    of  the 
Ptefjrm  are  dupes.     He  had  a  motive  for  securing 
your  innocent  complicity." 
"But  why?" 

"  Listen.  On  the  28th  of  last  September  a  rob- 
bery of  fifty-five  thousand  pounds  was  committed 
at  the  Bank  of  England,  by  a  person  whose  de- 
scription was  fortunately  secured.  Here  is  this 
description ;  it  answers  exactly  to  that  of  Mr. 
Phileas  Fo^r-i,." 


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"  What  nonsense  !  "  cried  Passepartout,  striking 
the  table  with  his  fist.  "  My  master  is  the  mt)St 
honorable  of  men  !  " 

"  How  can  you  tell  ?  You'  know  scarcely  any- 
thing about  him.  You  went  into  his  service  the 
day  he  came  away ;  and  he  came  away  on  a  fool- 
ish pretext,  without  trunks,  and  carrying  a  large 
amount  in  bank-notes.  And  yet  you  are  bold 
enough  to  assert  that  he  is  an  honest  man  1 " 

"  Yes,  yes,"  repeated  the  poor  fellow,  mechan- 
ically. 

"  Would  you  like  to  be  arrested  as  his  accom- 
plice r' 

Passepartout,  overcome  by  what  he  had  heard, 
held  his  head  between  his  hands,  and  did  not  dare 
to  look  at  the  detective.  Phileas  Fogg,  the  savior 
of  Aouda,  that  brave  and  generous  man,  a  robber  ! 
And  yet,  how  many  presumptions  there  were  against 
him  !  Passepartout  essayed  to  reject  the  suspi- 
cions which  forced  themselves  upon  his  mind  ;  he 
did  not  W'ish  to  believe  that  his  master  was  guilty. 

"  Well,  w^hat  do  you  want  of  me  ] "  said  he,  at 
last,  with  an  effort. 

"See  here,"  replied  Fix.  "  I  have  tracked  Mr. 
Fogg  to  this  place,  but  as  yet  I  have  failed  to 
receive  the  warrant  of  arrest  for  which  I  sent  to 
London.  You  must  help  me  to  keep  him  here  in 
Hong  Kong — " 

"  1 :    But  I  — " 

"  I  will  share  with  you  the  two  thousand  pounds 
reward  oftered  by  the  Bank  of  England." 

"  Never  1  "  replied  Passepartout,  who  tried  to 
rise,  but  fell  back,  exhausted  in  m.ind  v.vA  bod  v. 


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"Monsieur  Fix,"  he  stammered,  "even  should 
what  you  say  be  true,  —  if  my  mister  is  really  tho 
robber  you  are  seeking  for,  —  which  I  deny,  —  I 
have  been,  am,  in  his  service  ;  I  have  seen  his  gen- 
erosity and  goodness ;  and  I  will  never  betray 
him,  —  not  for  all  the  gold  in  the  world.  I  como 
from  a  village  where  they  don't  eat  that  kind  of 
bread ! " 

"  You  refuse  1 " 

"I  refuse." 

"Consider  that  I've  said  nothing,"  said  Fix; 
"  and  let  us  drink." 

"Yes;  let  us  drink!" 

Passepartout  felt  himself  yielding  more  and 
more  to  the  effects  of  the  liquor.  Fix,  seeing  that 
he  must,  at  all  hazards,  be  separated  from  his 
master,  wished  to  entirely  overcome  him.  Some 
pipes,  full  of  opium,  lay  upon  the  table.  Fix 
slipped  one  into  Passepartout's  hand.  He  took  it, 
put  it  between  his  lips,  lit  it,  drew  several  puffs, 
and  his  head,  becoming  heavy  under  the  influence 
of  the  narcotic,  fell  upon  the  table. 

"  At  last  !  "  said  Fix,  seeing  Passepartout  un- 
conscious. "  Mr.  Fogg  will  not  be  informed  of  the 
time  of  the  Carnatic's  departure  ;  and,  if  he  is, 
he  will  have  to  go  without  this  cursed  French- 
man !  " 

And,  after  paying  his  bill,  Fix  left  the  tavern. 


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XX. 


IN    WHICH    FIX    COMES    FACE    TO    FACE  WITH    PHILEAS 

FOGG. 

HILE  these  events  were  passing  at  the 
opium-house,  Mr.  Fogg,  unconscious  of 
the  danger  he  was  in  of  losing  the 
steamer,  was  quietly  escorting  Aouda 
about  the  streets  of  the  English  quarter,  making 
the  necessary  purchases  for  the  long  voyage  before 
them.  It  was  very  well  for  an  Englishman  like 
Mr.  Fogg  to  make  the  tour  of  the  world  with  a 
carpet-bag ;  a  lady  could  not  be  expected  to  travel 
comfortably  under  such  conditions.  He  acquitted 
his  task  with  characteristic  serenity,  and  invaria- 
bly replied  to  the  remonstrances  of  his  fair  com- 
panion, who  was  confused  by  his  patience  and  gen- 
erosity. 

"  It  is  in  the  interest  of  my  journey,  —  a  part 
of  my  programme." 

The  purchases  made,  they  returned  to  the 
hotel,  where  they  dined  at  a  sumptuously  served 
tahle-cVhote ;  after  which  Aouda,  shaking  hands 
with  her  protector  after  the  English  fashion,  re- 
tired to  her  room  for  rest.  Mr.  Fogg  absorbed 
himself  throughout  the  evening  in  the  perusal  of 
the  Times  and  Illustrated  London  News. 

Had  he  been  capable  of  being  astonished  at  any- 
thing, it  would  have  been  not  to  see  his  servant 


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retr.rn  at  bed-time.  But,  knowing  that  the 
steamer  was  not  to  leave  for  Yokohama  luitil  the 
next  morning,  he  did  not  disturb  himself  about 
the  matter.  When  Passepartout  did  not  appear 
the  next  morning,  to  answer  his  master's  bell,  Mr. 
Fogg,  with  impassible  face,  contented  himself  with 
taking  his  carpet-bag,  calling  Aouda,  and  sending 
for  a  palanquin. 

It  w^as  then  eight  o'clock ;  at  half  past  nine,  it 
being  then  high  tide,  the  Carnatic  would  leave  the 
harbor.  Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda  got  into  the  palan- 
quin, their  luggage  being  brought  after  on  a 
wheelbarrow,  and  half  an  hour  later  stepped  upon 
the  quay  whence  they  were  to  embark.  Mr.  Fogg 
then  learned  that  the  Carnatic  had  sailed  the  even- 
ing before.  He  had  expected  to  find  not  only 
the  steamer,  but  his  domestic,  and  was  forced  to 
give  up  both ;  but  no  sign  of  disappointment  ap- 
peared on  his  face,  and  he  contented  himself  with 
remarking  to  Aouda,  "  It  is  an  incident,  madam  ; 
nothing  more." 

At  this  moment  a  man,  who  bad  been  observing 
him  attentively,  approached.  It  was  Fix,  who, 
bowing,  addressed  Mr.  Fogg  :  "  Were  you  not,  like 
me,  sir,  a  passenger  by  the  Rangoon,  which  arrived 
yesterday  ] " 

"  I  was,  sir,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  coldly.  ''  But 
I  have  not  the  honor  —  " 

"  Pardon  me  ;  I  thought  I  should  find  your  ser- 
vant here." 

"Do  you  know  where  he  is,  sir]"  asked  Aouda, 
anxiously. 

"  What !"  responded  Fix,  feigning  surprise.  "  Is 
he  not  with  vou  1 " 


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"No,"  said  Aouda.  "  He  has  not  made  his  ap- 
pearance since  yesterday.  Could  he  have  gone 
on  board  the  Carnatic  without  us  1 " 

"  Without  you,  madam  ] "  answered  the  detec- 
tive. "  Excuse  me,  did  you  intend  to  sail  on  tlie 
Carnatic  ? " 

"Yes,  sir." 

"  So  did  I,  madam,  and  I  am  excessively  disap- 
pointed. The  Carnatic,  its  repairs  being  completed, 
left  Hong  Kong  twelve  hours  before  the  stated 
time,  without  any  notice  being  given  ;  and  we  must 
now  wait  a  week  for  another  steamer." 

As  he  said  "  a  week,"  Fix  felt  his  heart  leap  for 
joy.  Fogg  detained  at  Hong  Kong  a  week ! 
There  would  be  time  for  the  warrant  to  arrive, 
and  fortune  at  last  favored  the  representative  of 
the  law.  His  horror  may  be  imagined,  when  he 
heard  Mr.  Fogg  say,  in  his  phicid  voice,  *'  But 
there  are  other  vessels  besides  the  Carnatic,  it 
seems  to  me,  in  the  harbor  of  Hong  Kong." 

And,  offering  his  arm  to  Aouda,  he  directed  his 
steps  toward  the  docks  in  search  of  some  craft 
about  to  start.  Fix,  stupefied,  followed  ;  it  seemed 
as  if  he  were  attached  to  jMr.  Fogg  by  an  invisible 
thread.  Chance,  however,  appeared  really  to  have 
abandoned  the  man  it  had  hitherto  served  so  well. 
For  three  hours  Phileas  Fogg  wandered  about  the 
docks,  with  the  determination,  if  necessary,  to 
charter  a  vessel  to  carry  him  to  Yokohama ;  but 
he  could  only  find  vessels  which  were  loading  or 
unloading,  and  which  could  not  therefore  set  sail. 
Fix  began  to  hope  again. 

But  Mr.  Fogg,  far  from  being  discouraged,  was 


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continuing  his  search,  resolved  not  to  stop  if  he 
had  to  resort  to  Macao,  when  he  was  accosted  by 
a  sailor  on  one  of  the  wharves. 

"  Is  your  honor  looking  for  a  boat  1 " 

"  Have  you  a  boat  ready  to  sail  % " 

*'  Yes,  your  honor  ;  a  pilot-boat,  No.  43,  —  the 
best  in  the  harbor." 

"  Dogs  she  go  fast  ? " 

"Between  eight  and  nine  knots  the  hour.  Will 
you  look  at  her  1 " 

"  Ye3." 

"Your  honor  will  be  satisfied  with  her.  Is  it 
for  a  sea  excursion  1 " 

"  No  ;  for  a  voyage." 

"A  voyage]" 

"Yes;  will  you  agree  to  take  me  to  Yoko- 
hama]" 

The  sailor  leaned  on  the  railing,  opened  his  eyes 
wide,  and  said,    "  Is  your  honor  joking  ]  " 

"  No.  I  have  missed  the  Carnatic,  and  I  must 
get  to  Yokoliama  by  the  14th  at  the  latest,  to 
take  the  boat  for  San  Francisco." 

"  I  am  sorry,"  said  the  sailor,  "  but  it  is  impos- 
sible." 

"I  offer  you  a  hundred  pounds  per  day,  and  an 
additional  reward  of  two  hundred  pounds  if  I 
reach  Yokohama  in  time." 

"  Are  you  in  earnest  ] " 

"  Very  much  so." 

The  pilot  walked  away  a  little  distance,  and 
gazed  out  to  sea,  evidently  struggling  between  the 
anxiety  to  gain  a  large  sum  and  the  fear  of  ven- 
turing so  far.     Fix  was  in  mortal  suspense. 


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Mr.  Fogg  turned  to  Aoiida,  and  asked  her : 
"You  would  not  be  afraid,  would  you,  madam]" 

"  Not  with  you,  Mr.  Fogg,"  was  her  answer. 

The  pilot  now  returned,  shuffling  his  hat  in  his 
liands. 

"  Well,  pilot,"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

""Well,  your  honor,"  replied  he,  "I  could  not 
risk  myself,  my  men,  or  my  little  boat  of  scarcely 
twenty  tons  on  so  long  a  voyage  at  this  time  of 
year.  Besides,  we  could  not  reach  Yokohama  in 
time,  for  it  is  sixteen  hundred  and  sixty  miles 
from  Hong  Kong." 

"  Only  sixteen  hundred,"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

'•'  It 's  the  same  thing." 

Fix  breathed  more  freely. 

"  But,*'  added  the  pilot,  "  it  might  be  arranged 
another  way." 

Fix  ceased  to  breathe  at  all. 

"  How  1 "  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

'^  By  going  to  Nagasaki,  at  the  extreme  south 
of  Japan,  or  even  to  Shanghai,  which  is  only  eight 
hundred  miles  from  here.  In  going  to  Shanghai, 
we  should  not  be  forced  to  sail  wide  of  the  Chinese 
coast,  which  would  be  a  great  advantage,  as  the 
currents  run  northward,  and  would  aid  us." 

"  Pilot,"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  "  I  must  take  the 
American  steamer  at  Yokohama,  and  not  at  Shang- 
hai or  Nagasaki." 

"  Why  not  ] "  returned  the  pilot.  "  The  San 
Francisco  steamer  does  not  start  from  Yokohama. 
It  puts  in  at  Yokohama  and  Nagasaki,  but  it 
starts  from  Shanghai." 

"  You  are  sure  of  that  % " 
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154     The  'Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

"  Perfectly." 

"And  when  does  the  boat  leave  Shanghai?" 
"On  the  11th,  at  seven  in  the  evening.  We 
have,  therefore,  four  days  before  us,  that  is, 
ninety-six  hours  ;  and  if  we  could  make  an  average 
of  eight  miles  an  hour,  if  we  had  good  luck  and 
a  southwest  wind,  and  the  sea  was  calm,  we  could 
make  those  eight  hinidred  miles  to  Shanghai." 
"  And  you  could  go  —  " 

"In  an  hour;  as  soon  as  provisions  could  be  got 
aboard,  and  the  sails  put  up." 

"  It  is  a  bargain.  Are  you  the  master  of  the 
boat  ? " 

"Yes;  John  Biuisby,  master  of  the  Tankadere." 
"  Would  you  like  sonn  earnest-money  1, " 
"  If  it  would  not  put  your  honor  out  —  " 
"  Here  are  two  hundred   pounds   on   account. 
Sir,"  added  Phileas  Fogg,  turning  to  Fix,  "if  you 
would  like  to  take  advantage  —  " 

"  Thanks,  sir ;  I  was  about  to  ask  the  fiivor." 
"  Very  well.     In  half  an  hour  we  shall  go  on 
board." 

"But  poor  Passepartout,"  urged  Aouda,  who 
was  much  disturbed  by  the  servant's  disappear- 
ance. 

"I  shall  do  all  I  can  to  find  him,"  replied 
Phileas  Fogg. 

While  Fix,  in  a  feverish,  nervous  state,  repaired 
to  the  pilot-boat,  the  others  directed  their  course 
to  the  police  station  at  Hong  Kong.  Phileas  Fogg- 
there  gave  Passepartout's  description,  and  left  a 
sum  of  money  to  be  spent  in  the  search  for  him. 
The  same  formalities  having  been  gone  through  at 


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the  French  consiihite,  and  the  palanquin  having 
stopped  at  the  hotel  for  the  luggage,  which  had 
been  sent  back  there,  they  returned  to  the  wharf. 

It  was  now  three  o'clock ;  and  pilot-boat  Xo.  43, 
with  its  crew  on  board,  and  its  provisions  stored 
away,  was  ready  for  departure. 

The  Tankadere  was  a  neat  little  craft  of  twenty 
tons,  as  gracefully  built  as  if  she  a  were  racing 
yacht.  Her  shining  copper  sheathing,  her  galvan- 
ized iron-work,  her  deck,  white  as  ivory,  betrayed 
the  pride  taken  by  John  Bunsby  in  making  her 
presentable.  Her  two  masts  leaned  a  trifle  back- 
ward ;  she  carried  brigantine,  foresail,  storm-jib, 
and  standing-jib,  and  was  well  rigged  for  a  wind 
in  the  rear ;  and  she  seemed  capable  of  brisk 
speed,  which,  indeed,  she  had  already  proved  by 
gaining  several  prizes  in  pilot-boat  races.  The 
crew  of  the  Tankadere  was  composed  of  John 
Bunsby,  the  master,  and  fom-  hardy  mariners,  who 
were  familiar  with  the  Chinese  seas.  John  Bunsby 
himself,  a  man  of  forty-five  or  thereabouts,  vigor- 
ous, sunburnt,  with  a  sprightly  expression  of  the 
eye,  and  energetic  and  self-reliant  countenance, 
would  have  inspired  confidence  in  the  most  timid. 

Phileas  Fogg  and  Aouda  went  on  board,  where 
they  found  Fix  already  installed.  Below  deck 
was  a  square  cabin,  of  which  the  walls  bulged  out 
in  the  form  of  cots,  above  a  circular  divan ;  in  the 
centre  was  a  table  provided  with  a  swinging  lamp. 
The  accommodations  were  narrow,  but  neat. 

"  I  am  sorry  to  have  nothing  better  to  offer 
you,"  said  Mr.  Fogg  to  Fix,  who  bowed  without 
responding. 


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The  detective  had  a  feeling  akin  to  humiliation 
in  profiting  by  the  kindness  of  Mi-.  Fogg. 

"It's  certain,"  thought  he,  "that  he's  a  very 
polite  rascal.     But  he  is  a  rascal !  " 

The  sails  and  the  English  flag  were  hoisted  at 
ten  minutes  past  three.  Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda, 
who  were  seated  on  deck,  cast  a  last  glance  at  the 
quay,  in  the  hope  of  espying  Passepartout.  Fix 
was  not  without  his  fears  lest  chance  should  direct 
the  steps  of  the  unfortunate  servant,  whom  he  had 
so  badly  treated,  in  this  direction  ;  in  which  case  an 
explanation  the  reverse  of  satisfactory  to  the 
detective  must  have  ensued.  But  the  Frenchman 
did  not  appear,  and,  without  doubt,  was  still  lying 
under  the  torpid  influence  of  the  opium. 

John  Bunsby,  master,  finally  gave  the  order  to 
start,  and  the  Tankadere,  taking  the  wind  under 
her  brigantine,  foresail,  and  standing-jib,  bounded 
briskly  forward  over  the  v;aves. 


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XXI. 

IN  TVHTCH  THE  MASTER  OF  THE  TAXKADERE  RUNS 
GREAT  RISK  OF  LOSING  A  REWARD  OF  TWO  HUN- 
DRED   POUNDS. 

^^^  HIS  voyage  of  eight  hundred  miles  was  a 
perilous  venture,  on  a  craft  of  twenty 
jl  tons,  and  at  that  season  of  the  year.  The 
Chinese  seas  are  usually  boisterous, 
subject  to  terrible  gales  of  wind,  and  especially 
during  the  equinoxes ;  and  it  was  now  early 
November. 

It  would  clearly  have  been  to  the  master's  ad- 
vantage to  cany  his  passengers  to  Yokohama, 
since  he  was  paid  a  certain  sum  per  day ;  but  he 
would  have  been  rash  to  attempt  such  a  voyage, 
and  it  was  imprudent  even  to  attempt  to  reach 
Shanghai.  But  John  Bunsby  believed  in  the 
Tankadere,  which  rode  on  the  waves  like  a  gull ; 
and  perhaps  he  was  not  wrong. 

Late  in  the  day  they  passed  through  the  capri- 
cious channels  of  Hong  Kong,  and  the  Tankadere, 
impelled  by  favorable  winds,  conducted  herself 
admirably. 

"  I  do  not  need,  pilot,"  said  Phileas  Fogg,  when 
they  got  into  the  open  sea,  "  to  advise  you  to  use 
all  possible  speed." 

"  Trust  me,  your  honor.  We  are  carrj^ng  all 
the  sail  the  wind  will  let  us.     The  poles  would  add 


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nothing,  and  are  only  nsecl  when  we  are  going 
into  port." 

"  It 's  your  trade,  not  mine,  pilot,  and  I  confide 
in  you." 

Phileas  Fogg,  with  body  erect  and  legs  wide 
apart,  standing  like  a  sailor,  gazed  without  stag- 
gering at  the  swelling  waters.  The  young  woman, 
who  was  seated  aft,  was  profoundly  affected  as  she 
looked  out  upon  the  ocean,  darkening  now  w^ith 
the  twilight,  on  which  she  had  ventured  in  so  frail  a 
vessel.  Above  her  head  rustled  the  w-hite  sails, 
which  seemed  like  great  wdiite  wings.  The  boat, 
carried  forward  by  the  wdnd,  seemed  to  be  flying 
in  the  air. 

Night  came.  The  moon  was  entering  her  first 
quarter,  and  her  insufficient  light  would  soon  die 
out  in  the  mist  on  the  horizon.  Clouds  were 
rising  from  the  east,  and  already  overcast  a  part 
of  the  heavens. 

The  pilot  had  stationed  his  lights,  which  was 
very  necessary  in  those  seas  crowded  wuth  vessels 
bound  landward  ;  for  collisions  were  not  rare,  and, 
at  the  speed  she  was  going,  the  least  shock  would 
shatter  the  gallant  little  craft. 

Fix,  seated  in  the  bow,  gave  himself  up  to 
meditation.  He  kept  apart  from  his  fellow-trav- 
ellers, knowing  Mr.  Fogg's  taciturn  tastes  ;  besides, 
he  did  not  quite  like  to  talk  to  the  man  whose 
favors  he  had  accepted.  He  was  thinking,  too,  of 
the  future.  It  seemed  certain  that  Fogg  would  not 
stop  at  Yokohama,  but  woidd  at  once  take  the 
boat  for  San  Francisco ;  and  the  vast  extent  of 
America  would   insure  him  impunity  and  safety. 


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Foggs  plan  appeared  to  him  the  simplest  in  the 
world.  Instead  of  sailing  directly  from  England 
to  the  United  States,  like  a  common  villain,  he 
had  made  the  great  tour  and  traversed  three  quar- 
ters of  the  globe,  so  as  to  gain  the  American  con- 
tinent more  surely ;  and  there,  after  throwing  the 
police  off  his  track,  he  would  quietly  enjoy  him- 
self with  the  fortune  stolen  from  the  bank.  But, 
once  in  the  United  States,  what  would  he,  Fix, 
do  1  Should  he  abandon  this  man  1  Xo,  a  hun- 
dred times  no  !  Until  he  had  secured  his  extradi- 
tion, he  would  not  lose  sight  of  him  for  an  hour.  It 
was  his  duty,  and  he  would  fulfil  it  to  the  end. 
At  all  events,  there  was  one  thing  to  be  thankful 
for  :  Passepartout  was  not  with  his  master ;  and  it 
was  above  all  important,  after  the  confidences  Fix 
had  imparted  to  him,  that  the  servant  should 
never  have  speech  with  his  master. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  also  thinking  of  Passepartout, 
w^ho  had  so  strangely  disappeared.  Looking  at 
the  matter  from  every  point  of  view,  it  did  not 
seem  to  him  impossible  that,  b}^  some  mistake,  the 
man  might  have  embarked  on  the  Carnatic  at  the 
last  moment ;  and  this  was  also  Aouda's  opinion, 
who  regretted  very  much  the  worthy  fellow  to  whom 
she  owed  so  much.  It  might  be,  then,  that  they 
would  find  him  at  Yokohama ;  for  if  the  Carnatic 
was  caiTying  him  thither,  it  would  be  easy  to 
ascertain  if  he  had  been  on  board. 

A  brisk  breeze  arose  about  ten  o'clock ;  but, 
though  it  might  have  been  prudent  to  take  in  a 
reef,  the  pilot,  after  carefully  examining  the  heav- 
ens, let  the  craft  remain  rigged  as  before.    The  Tan- 


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kadere  bore  sail  admirably,  as  she  drew  a  great 
deal  of  water,  and  everything  was  prepared  for  high 
speed  in  case  of  a  gale. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda  descended  mto  the  cabin 
at  midnight,  having  been  already  preceded  by 
Fix,  who  had  lain  down  on  one  of  the  cots.  The 
pilot  and  crew  remained  on  deck  all  night. 

At  sunrise  the  next  day,  which  was  November 
8th,  the  boat  had  made  more  than  one  hundred 
miles.  The  log  indicated  a  mean  speed  of  between 
eight  and  nine  miles.  The  Tankadere  still  carried 
all  sail,  and  was  accomplishing  her  greatest  ca- 
pacity of  speed.  If  the  wind  held  as  it  was,  the 
chances  would  be  in  her  favor.  During  the  day 
she  kept  along  the  coast,  where  the  currents  were 
favorable ;  the  coast,  irregular  in  profile,  and 
visible  sometimes  across  the  clearings,  was  at 
most  live  miles  distant.  The  sea  was  less  bois- 
terous, since  the  wind  came  off  land,  — •  a  fortunate 
circumstance  for  the  boat,  which  would  suffer, 
owing  to  its  small  tonnage,  by  a  heavy  surge  of 
the  sea. 

The  breeze  subsided  a  little  towards  noon,  and 
set  in  from  the  southwest.  The  pilot  put  up  his 
poles,  but  took  them  down  again  within  two 
hours,  as  the  wind  freshened  up  anew. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda,  happily  unaffected  by  the 
roughness  of  the  sea,  ate  with  a  good  appetite.  Fix 
being  invited  to  share  their  repast,  which  he  ac- 
cepted with  secret  chagrin.  To  travel  at  this 
man's  expense  and  live  upon  his  provisions  was 
not  palatable  to  him.  Still,  he  was  obliged  to  eat, 
and  so  he  ate. 


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When  the  meal  was  over,  he  took  Mr.  Fogg 
apart,  and  said,  "Sir," — this  ''sir"  scorched 
his  Hps,  and  he  had  to  control  himself  to  avoid 
collaring  this  "gentleman,"  —  "sir,  you  have 
been  very  kind  to  give  me  a  passage  on  this 
boat.  But,  though  my  means  will  not  admit  of 
my  expending  them  as  freely  as  you,  I  must  ask 
to  pay  my  share  —  " 

"  Let  us  not  speak  of  that,  sir,"  replied  Mr. 
Fogg. 

"But,  if  I  insist—" 

"  No,  sir,"  repeated  Mr.  Fogg,  in  a  tone  which 
did  not  admit  of  a  reply.  "  This  enters  into  my 
general  expenses." 

Fix,  as  he  bowed,  had  a  stifled  feeling,  and,  going 
forward  where  he  ensconced  himself,  did  not  open 
his  mouth  for  the  rest  of  the  day. 

Meanwhile  they  were  progressing  famously,  and 
John  Bunsby  was  in  high  hope.  He  several  times 
assured  Mr.  Fogg  that  they  would  reach  Shanghai 
in  time  ;  to  which  that  gentleman  responded  that 
he  counted  upon  it.  The  crew  set  to  work  in  good 
earnest,  inspired  by  the  reward  to  be  gained. 
There  was  not  a  sheet  which  was  not  tightened, 
not  a  sail  which  was  not  vigorously  hoisted ;  not 
a  lurch  could  be  charged  to  the  man  at  the  helm. 
They  worked  as  desperately  as  if  they  were  con- 
testing a  Royal  Yacht  regatta. 

By  evening,  the  log  showed  that  two  hundred 
and  twenty  miles  had  been  accomplished  from 
Hong  Kong,  and  Mr.  Fogg  might  hope  that  he 
would  be  able  to  reach  Yokohama  without  record- 
ing any  delay  in  his  journal ;  in  which  case,  the 

K 


162      The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

only  misadventure  which  had  overtaken  him  since 
he  left  London  would  not  seriously  affect  his 
tour. 

The  Tankadere  entered  the  Straits  of  Fo-Kicn, 
which  separate  the  island  of  Formosa  from  the 
Chinese  coast,  in  the  small  hours  of  the  night,  and 
crossed  the  Tropic  of  Cancer.  The  sea  was  very 
rough  in  the  straits,  full  of  eddies  formed  by  the 
counter  currents,  and  the  chopping  waves  broke  her 
course,  while  it  became  very  difficult  to  stand  on 
deck. 

At  daybreak  the  wind  began  to  blow  hard  again, 
and  the  heavens  seemed  to  predict  a  gale.  The 
barometer  announced  a  speedy  change,  the  mer- 
cury rising  and  Mling  capriciously ;  the  sea  also, 
in  the  southeast,  raised  long  surges  which  indi- 
cated a  tempest.  The  sun  had  set  the  evening 
before  in  a  red  mist,  in  the  midst  of  the  phospho- 
rescent scintillations  of  the  ocean. 

John  Bunsby  long  examined  the  threatening 
aspect  of  the  heavens,  muttering  indistinctl}''  be- 
tween his  teeth.  At  last  he  said  in  a  low  voice 
to  Mr.  Fogg,  "  Shall  I  speak  out  to  your  honor  1 " 

"Of  course." 

"Well,  we  are  going  to  have  a  squall." 

"  Is  the  wind  north  or  south  ] "  asked  Mr.  Fogg, 
quietly. 

"South.     Look  !  a  typhoon  is  coming  up." 

"  Good  for  a  typhoon  from  the  south,  for  it  will 
carry  us  forward." 

"0,  if  you  take  it  that  way,"  said  John  Buns- 
by, "  I  've  nothing  more  to  say."  John  Bunsby's 
suspicions  were   confirmed.      At  a  less  advanced 


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season  of  the  year  the  typhoon,  according  to  a 
famous  meteorologist,  would  have  passed  away 
like  a  luminous  cascade  of  electric  flame ;  but  in 
the  winter  equinox,  it  was  to  be  feared  that  it 
would  burst  upon  them  with  great  violence. 

The  pilot  took  his  precautions  in  advance.  He 
reefed  all  sail,  and  brought  his  yard  on  deck ;  the 
pole-masts  were  dispensed  with  ;  all  hands  went 
forward  to  the  bow.  A  single  triangular  sail,  of 
strong  canvas,  was  hoisted  as  a  storm-jib,  so  as  to 
hold  the  wind  from  behind.     Then  they  waited. 

John  Bunsby  had  requested  his  passengers  to  go 
below;  but  this  imprisonment  in  so  narrow  a 
space,  with  little  air,  and  the  boat  bouncing  in  the 
gale,  was  far  from  pleasant.  Neither  Mr.  Fogg, 
Fix,  nor  Aouda  consented  to  leave  the  deck. 

The  storm  of  rain  and  wind  descended  upon 
them  towards  eight  o'clock.  With  but  its  bit  of 
sail,  the  Tankadere  was  lifted  like  a  feather  by  a 
wind  an  idea  of  whose  violence  can  scarcely  bo 
given.  To  compare  her  speed  to  four  times  that 
of  a  locomotive  going  on  full  steam  would  be  be- 
low the  truth. 

The  boat  scudded  thus  northward  during  the 
whole  day,  borne  on  by  monstrous  waves,  preserv- 
ing always,  fortunately,  a  speed  equal  to  theirs. 
Twenty  times  she  seemed  almost  to  be  submerged 
by  these  mountains  of  water  v,  hich  rose  behind  her  ; 
but  the  adroit  management  of  the  pilot  saved  her. 
The  passengers  were  often  bathed  in  spray,  but 
they  submitted  to  it  philosophically.  Fix  cursed 
it,  no  doubt  ;  but  Aouda,  with  her  eyes  fastened 
upon   her  protector,  whose   coolness  amazed   her, 


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showed  herself  worthy  of  him,  and  bravely  weath- 
ered the  storm  As  for  Phileas  Fogg,  it  seemed 
just  as  if  the  typhoon  were  a  part  of  his  pro- 
gramme. 

Up  to  this  time  the  Tankadere  had  always  held 
her  course  to  the  north ;  but  towards  evening  the 
wind,  turning  three  quarters,  bore  down  from  the 
northwest.  The  boat,  having  now  the  waves  on 
her  side,  shook  and  rolled  terribly ;  the  sea  struck 
her  with  fearful  violence.  At  night  the  tempest 
became  still  more  angry.  John  Bunsby  saw  the 
approach  of  darkness  and  the  increase  of  the  storm 
with  dark  misgivings.  He  pondered,  and  then 
asked  his  crew  whether  it  were  not  time  to  slack- 
en speed.  After  a  consultation  he  approached 
Mr.  Fogg,  and  said,  "  I  think,  your  honor,  that  we 
would  do  well  to  gain  one  of  the  ports  on  the 
coast." 

"  I  think  so  too." 

"  Ah  !  "  said  the  pilot.      "  But  which  one  1 " 

"  I  know  of  but  one,"  returned  Mr.  Fogg,  tran- 
quilly. 

"  And  that  is  —  " 

"  Shanghai." 

The  pilot,  at  first,  did  not  seem  to  comprehend ; 
he  could  scarcely  realize  so  much  determination 
and  tenacity.  Then  he  cried,  "  Well  —  yes  !  Your 
honor  is  right.     To  Shanghai !  " 

So  the  Tankadere  kept  steadily  on  her  north- 
ward track. 

The  night  was  really  terrible ;  it  would  be  a 
miracle  if  the  craft  did  not  founder.  Twice  it 
would  have  been  all  over  with  her,  if  the  crew  had 


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not  been  constantly  on  the  watch.  Aouda  was 
exhausted,  but  did  not  utter  a  complaint.  More 
than  once  Mr.  Fogg  rushed  to  protect  her  from 
the  violence  of  the  waves. 

Day  reappeared.  The  tempest  still  raged  with 
undiminished  fury ;  but  the  wind  now  returned  to 
the  southeast.  It  was  a  favorable  change,  and 
the  Tankadere  again  bounded  forward  on  this 
mountainous  sea,  though  the  waves  crossed  each 
other,  and  imparted  shocks  and  counter-shocks 
which  would  have  crushed  a  craft  less  solidly 
built.  From  time  to  time  the  coast  was  visible 
through  the  broken  mist,  but  no  vessel  was  in 
sight.     The  Tankadere  was  alone  upon  the  sea. 

There  were  some  signs  of  a  calm  at  noon,  and 
these  became  more  distinct  as  the  sun  descended 
toward  the  horizon.  The  tempest  had  been  as 
brief  as  terrific.  The  passengers,  thoroughly  ex- 
hausted, could  now  eat  a  little,  and  take  some 
repose. 

The  night  was  comparatively  quiet.  The  sails 
were  again  hoisted  at  a  low  reef,  and  the  speed  of 
the  boat  was  very  good.  The  next  morning  at 
dawn  the}^  espied  the  coast,  and  John  Bunsby  was 
able  to  assert  that  they  were  not  one  hundred 
miles  from  Shanghai.  A  hundred  miles,  and  only 
one  day  to  traverse  them  !  That  very  evening- 
Mr.  Fogg  was  due  at  Shanghai,  if  he  did  not  wish 
to  miss  the  steamer  to  Yokohama..  Had  there 
been  no  storm,  during  which  several  hours  were 
lost,  they  would  be  at  this  moment  within  thirty 
miles  of  their  destination. 

The  wind  grew  decidedly  more  calm,  and  hap- 


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pily  the  sea  fell  with  it.  All  sails  were  hoisted, 
and  at  noon  the  Tankadere  was  within  forty-five 
miles  of  Shanghai.  There  remained  yet  six  hours 
in  which  to  accomplish  that  distance.  All  on 
board  feared  that  it  could  not  be  done  ;  and  every 
one  —  Phileas  Fogg,  no  doubt,  excepted  —  felt  his 
heart  beat  with  impatience.  The  boat  must  keep 
up  an  average  of  nine  miles  an  hour,  and  the  wind 
was  becoming  calmer  every  moment !  It  was  a 
capricious  breeze,  coming  from  the  coast,  and  after 
it  passed  the  sea  became  smooth.  Still,  the  Tan- 
kadere was  so  light,  and  her  fine  sails  caught  so 
well  the  fickle  zephyrs,  that,  with  the  aid  of  the 
current,  John  Bunsby  found  himself  at  six  o'clock 
not  more  than  ten  miles  from  the  mouth  of  Shang- 
hai River.  Shanghai  itself  is  situated  at  least 
twelve  miles  up  the  stream.  At  seven  they  were 
still  three  miles  from  Shanghai.  The  pilot  swore 
an  angry  oath  ;  the  reward  of  two  hundred  pounds 
was  evidently  on  the  point  of  escaping  him.  He 
looked  at  Mr.  Fogg.  Mr.  Fogg  was  perfectly  tran- 
quil ;  and  yet  his  whole  fortune  was  at  this  mo- 
ment at  stake. 

At  this  moment,  also,  a  long  black  funnel, 
crowned  with  wreaths  of  smoke,  appeared  on  the 
edge  of  the  waters.  It  was  the  American  steamer, 
leaving  for  Yokohama  at  the  apppointed  time. 

"  Maledictions  on  her !  "  cried  John  Bunsby, 
pushing  back  the  rudder  with  a  despei-ate  jerk. 

"  Signal  her  ! "  said  Phileas  Fogg,  quietly. 

A  small  brass  cannon  stood  on  the  forward  deck 
of  the  Tankadere,  for  making  signals  in  the  fogs. 
It  was  loaded  to  the  nuizzle ;  but  just  as  the  pilot 


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was  about  to  apply  a  red-hot  coal  to  the  touch- 
hole,  Mr.  Fogg  said,  "  Hoist  your  flag  !  " 

The  flag  was  run  up  at  halfmast,  and,  this  being 
the  signal  of  distress,  it  was  hoped  that  the 
American  steamer,  perceiving  it,  would  change 
her  course  a  little,  so  as  to  succor  the  pilot-boat. 

''  Fire  !  "  said  Mr.  Fogg.  And  the  booming  of 
the  littl.e  cannon  resounded  in  the  air. 


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XXII. 

IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  FINDS  OUT  THAT,  EVEN  AT 
THE  ANTIPODES,  IT  IS  CONVENIENT  TO  HAVE 
SOME    MONET    IN    ONE's    POCKET. 


HE  Carnatic,  setting  sail  from  Hong 
Kong  at  half  past  six  on  the  7tli  of  No- 
vember, directed  her  course  at  full 
steam  towards  Japan.  She  carried  a 
large  cargo  and  a  well-filled  cabin  of  passengers. 
Tvyo  state-rooms  in  the  rear  were,  however,  unoc- 
cupied, —  those  which  had  been  engaged  by  Phileas 
Fogg. 

The  next  day  a  passenger,  with  a  half-stupefied 
eye,  staggering  gait,  and  disordered  hair,  was  seen 
to  emerge  from  the  second  cabin,  and  to  totter  to 
a  seat  on  deck. 

It  was  Passepartout ;  and  what  had  happened 
to  him  was  as  follows  :  Shortly  after  Fix  left  the 
opium-den,  two  waiters  had  lifted  the  unconscious 
Passepartout,  and  had  carried  him  to  the  bed  re- 
served for  the  smokers.  Three  hours  later,  pur- 
sued even  in  his  dreams  by  a  fixed  idea,  the  poor 
fellow  woke,  and  struggled  against  the  stiipef3^ing 
influence  of  the  narcotic.  The  thought  of  a  duty 
unfulfilled  shook  off  his  torpor,  and  he  hurried 
from  the  abode  of  dnuikenness.  Staggering  and 
holding  himself  up  by  keeping  against  the  walls, 
falling  down  and  creeping  up  again,  and  irresisti- 


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bly  impelled  by  a  kind  of  instinct,  he  kept  crying 
out,  "  The  Carnatic  !  the  Carnatic  !  " 

The  steamer  lay  puffing  alongside  the  quay,  on 
the  point  of  starting.  Passepartout  had  but  few 
steps  to  go;  and,  rushing  upon  the  plank,  he 
crossed  it,  and  fell  unconscious  on  the  deck,  just 
as  the  Carnatic  was  moving  off.  Several  sailors, 
who  were  evidently  accustomed  to  this  sort  of 
scenes,  carried  the  poor  Frenchman  down  into  the 
second  cabin,  and  Passep§trtout  did  not  wake  until 
they  were  one  hundred  and  fifty  miles  away  from 
China.  Thus  he  found  himself  the  next  morning 
on  the  deck  of  the  Carnatic,  and  eagerly  inhaling 
the  exhilarating  sea-breeze.  The  pure  air  sobered 
him.  He  began  to  collect  his  senses,  which  he 
found  a  difficult  task ;  but  at  last  he  recalled  the 
events  of  the  evening  before,  Fix's  revelation,  and 
the  opium-house. 

"It  is  evident,"  said  he  to  himself,  "that  I 
have  been  abominably  drunk  !  What  will  Mr. 
Fogg  say  %  At  least  I  have  not  missed  the  steamer, 
which  is  the  most  important  thing." 

Then,  as  Fix  occurred  to  him  :  "As  for  that 
rascal,  I  hope  we  are  well  rid  of  him,  and  that 
he  has  not  dared,  as  he  proposed,  to  follow  us  on 
board  the  Carnatic.  A  detective  on  the  track  of 
Mr.  Fogg,  accused  of  robbing  the  Eank  of  Eng- 
land !  Pshaw  !  Mr.  Fogg  is  no  more  a  robber 
than  I  am  a  murderer  !  " 

Should  he  divulge  Fix's  real  errand  to  his  mas- 
ter ]  Would  it  do  to  tell  the  part  the  detective 
was  playing]  Would  it  not  be  better  to  wait 
until  Mr.  Fogg  reached  London  again,  and 
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then  impart  to  him  that  an  agent  of  the  metro- 
pohtan  police  had  been  following  him  round  the 
world,  and  have  a  good  laugh  over  it  %  No  doubt ; 
at  least,  it  was  worth  considering.  The  first  thing 
to  do  was  to  find  Mr.  Fogg,  and  apologize  for  his 
singular  behavior. 

Passepartout  got  up  and  proceeded,  as  w^ell  as 
he  could  with  the  rolling  of  the  steamer,  to  the 
after-deck.  He  saw  no  one  who  resembled  either 
his  master  or  Aouda.  ''Good!"  muttered  he; 
"Aouda  has  not  got  up  yet,  and  Mr.  Fogg  has 
probably  found  some  partners  at  whist." 

He  descended  to  the  saloon.  Mr.  Fogg  was  not 
there.  Passepartout  had  only,  how^ever,  to  ask  the 
purser  the  number  of  his  master's  state-room. 
The  purser  replied  that  he  did  not  know  any  pas- 
senger by  the  name  of  Fogg. 

"  I  beg  your  pardon,"  said  Passepartout,  per- 
sistently. "  He  is  a  tall  gentleman,  quiet,  and  not 
very  talkative,  and  has  with  him  a  young  lady  —  " 

"  There  is  no  young  lady  on  board,"  interrupted 
.the  purser.  "  Here  is  a  list  of  the  passengers ; 
you  may  see  for  yourself" 

Passepartout  scanned  the  list,  but  his  mas- 
ter's name  was  not  upon  it.  All  at  once  an  idea 
struck  him. 

"  Ah  !  am  I  on  the  Carnatic  % " 

"Yes." 

"  On  the  way  to  Yokohama  ? " 

"  Certainly." 

Passepartout  had  for  an  instant  feared  that  he 
was  on  the  wrong  boat ;  but,  though  he  was 
really  on  the  Carnatic,  his   master  was  not  there. 


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He  fell  thunderstruck  on  a  seat.  He  saw  it  all 
now.  He  recalled  that  the  time  of  sailing  had 
been  changed,  that  he  should  have  informed  his 
master  of  that  fact,  and  that  he  had  not  done  so. 
It  was  his  fault,  then,  that  Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda 
had  missed  the  steamer.  Yes,  but  it  was  still 
more  the  fault  of  the  traitor  who,  in  order  to 
separate  him  from  his  master,  and  detain  the 
latter  at  Hong  Kong,  had  inveigled  him  into  get- 
ting drunk  !  He  now  saw  the  detective's  trick  ; 
and  at  this  moment  Mr.  Fogg  was  certainly  ruined, 
his  bet  was  lost,  and  he  himself  perhaps  arrested 
and  imprisoned  !  At  this  thought  Passepartout 
tore  his  hair.  Ah,  if  Fix  ever  came  within  his 
reach,  what  a  settling  of  accounts  there  would  be  ! 

After  his  first  depression.  Passepartout  became 
more  calm,  and  began  to  study  his  situation.  It 
was  scarcely  an  enviable  one.  He  found  himself 
on  the  way  to  Japan,  and  what  should  he  do  when 
he  got  there  ?  His  pocket  was  empty  ;  he  had  not 
a  solitary  shilling,  —  not  so  much  as  a  penny. 
His  passage  had  fortunately  been  paid  for  in  ad- 
vance ;  and  he  had  five  or  six  days  in  which  to 
decide  upon  his  future  course.  He  fell  to  at  meals 
with  an  appetite,  and  ate  for  Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda, 
and  himself  He  helped  himself  as  generously  as 
if  Japan  were  a  desert,  where  nothing  to  eat  was 
to  be  looked  for. 

At  dawn  on  the  13th  the  Carnatic  entered  the 
port  of  Yokohama.  This  is  an  important  way- 
station  in  the  Pacific,  where  all  the  mail-steamers, 
and  those  carrying  travellers  between  North 
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put  in.  It  is  situated  in  the  bay  of  Yeddo,  and 
at  but  a  short  distance  from  that  second  capital  of 
the  Japanese  Empire,  and  the  residence  of  the 
Tycoon,  the  civil  Emparor,  before  the  Mikado, 
the  spiritual  Emperor,  absorbed  his  office  in  his 
own.  The  Carnatic  anchored  at  the  quay  near 
the  Custom  House,  in  the  midst  of  a  crowd  of 
ships  bearing  the  flags  of  all  nations. 

Passepartout  went  timidly  ashore  on  this  so 
curious  territory  of  the  Sons  of  the  Sun.  He 
had  nothing  better  to  do  than,  taking  chance  for 
his  guide,  to  wander  aimlessly  through  the  streets 
of  Yokohama.  He  found  himself  at  first  in  a 
thoroughly  European  quarter,  the  houses  having  lov/ 
fronts,  and  being  adorned  with  verandas,  beneath 
which  he  caught  glimpses  of  neat  peristyles.  This 
quarter  occupied,  with  its  streets,  squares,  docks, 
and  warehouses,  all  the  space  between  the  "  prom- 
ontory of  the  Treaty  "  and  the  river.  Here,  as  at 
Hong  Kong  and  Calcutta,  were  mixed  crowds  of 
all  races,  —  Americans  and  English,  Chinamen 
and  Dutchmen,  mostly  merchants  ready  to  buy  or 
sell  anything.  The  Frenchman  felt  himself  as 
much  alone  among  them  as  if  he  had  dropped 
down  in  the  midst  of  Hottentots. 

He  had,  at  least,  one  resource,  —  to  call  on  the 
French  and  English  consuls  at  Yokohama  for 
assistance.  But  he  shrank  from  telling  the  story 
of  his  adventures,  intimately  connected  as  it  was 
with  that  of  his  master  ;  and,  before  doing  so,  he 
determined  to  exhaust  all  other  means  of  aid.  As 
chance  did  not  favor  him  in  the  European  quar- 
ter,  he  penetrated  that  inhabited    by  the  native 


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Japanese,  determined,  if  necessary,  to  push  on  to 
Yeddo. 

The  Japanese  quarter  of  Yokohama  is  called 
Benten,  after  the  goddess  of  the  sea,  who  is  Avor- 
fihipped  on  the  islands  round  about.  There  Passe- 
partout beheld  beautiful  fir  and  cedar  groves, 
sacred  gates  of  a  singular  architecture,  bridges 
half  hid  in  the  midst  of  bamboos  and  reeds,  tem- 
ples shaded  by  immense  cedar-trees,  holy  retreats 
where  were  sheltered  Buddhist  priests  and  sectaries 
of  Confucius,  and  interminable  streets,  where  a 
perfect  harvest  of  rose-tinted  and  red-cheeked 
children,  who  looked  as  if  they  might  have  been 
cut  out  of  Japanese  screens,  and  who  were  playing 
in  the  midst  of  short-legged  poodles  and  yellowish 
cats,  might  have  been  gathered. 

The  streets  were  crowded  with  people.  Priests 
were  passing  in  processions,  beating  their  dreary 
tambourines  ;  police  and  custom-house  officers 
with  pointed  hats  incrusted  with  lac,  and  carrying 
two  sabres  hung  to  their  waists  ;  soldiers,  clad  in 
blue  cotton  with  white  stripes,  and  bearing  guns  ; 
the  Mikado's  guards,  enveloped  in  silken  doublets, 
hauberks,  and  coats  of  mail ;  and  numbers  of 
military  folk  of  all  ranks  —  for  the  military  pro- 
fession is  as  much  respected  in  Japan  as  it  is 
despised  in  China  —  went  hither  and  thither  in 
groups  and  pairs.  Passepartout  saw,  too,  begging- 
friars,  long-robed  pilgrims,  and  simple  civilians, 
with  their  warped  and  jet-black  hair,  big  heads, 
long  busts,  slender  legs,  short  stature,  and  com- 
plexions varying  from  copper-color  to  a  dead  white, 
but  never  yellow,  like  the  Chinese,  from  whom  the 


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Japanese  widely  differ.  He  did  not  fail  to  observe 
the  curious  equipages,  —  carriages  and  palanquins, 
barrows  supplied  with  sails,  and  litters  made  of 
bamboo  ;  nor  the  women,  — whom  he  thought  not 
especially  handsome,  —  who  took  little  steps  with 
their  little  feet,  whereon  they  wore  canvas  shoes, 
straw  sandals,  and  clogs  of  worked  wood,  and  who 
displayed  tight-looking  eyes,  flat  chests,  teeth 
fashionably  blackened,  and  gowns  crossed  with 
silken  scarfs,  tied  in  an  enormous  knot  behind,  — 
an  ornament  which  the  modern  Parisian  ladies 
seem  to  have  borrowed  from  the  dames  of 
Japan. 

Passepartout  wandered  for  several  hours  in  the 
midst  of  this  motley  crowd,  looking  in  at  the 
windows  of  the  rich  and  curious  shops,  the  jewelry 
establishments  glittering  with  quaint  Japanese 
ornaments,  the  restaurants  decked  with  streamers 
and  banners,  the  tea-houses,  w^here  the  odorous 
beverage  was  being  di^unk  with  "  saki,"  a  liquor 
concocted  from  the  fermentation  of  rice,  and  the 
comfortable  smoking-houses,  where  they  were 
puffing,  not  opium,  which  is  almost  unknown  in 
Japan,  but  a  very  fine,  stringy  tobacco. 

He  went  on  till  he  found  himself  in  the  fields, 
in  the  midst  of  vast  rice  plantations.  There  he 
saw  dazzling  camelias  expanding  themselves, 
with  flowers  which  were  giving  forth  their  last 
colors  and  perfimies,  not  on  bushes,  but  on  trees  ; 
and  within  bamboo  enclosures,  cherry,  plum,  and 
apple  trees,  which  the  Japanese  cultivate  rather 
for  their  blossoms  than  their  fruit,  and  which 
queerly-fashioned,   grinning    scarecrows   protected 


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from  the  sparrows,  pigeons,  ravens,  and  other 
voracious  birds.  On  the  branches  of  the  cedars 
were  perched  large  eagles  ;  amid  the  foliage  of  the 
weeping-willows  were  herons,  solemnly  standing  on 
one  leg ;  and  on  every  hand  were  crows,  ducks, 
hawks,  wild  birds,  and  a  multitude  of  cranes, 
which  the  Japanese  consider  sacred,  and  which  to 
their  minds  symbolize  long  life  and  prosperity. 

As  he  was  strolling  along.  Passepartout  espied 
some  violets  among  the  shrubs. 

"  Good  1 "  said  he  ;  "  I  '11  have  some  supper." 

But,  on  smelling  them,  he  found  that  they  were 
odorless. 

"  No  chance  there,"  thought  he. 

The  worthy  fellow  had  certainly  taken  good  care 
to  eat  as  hearty  a  breakfast  as  possible  before 
leaving  the  Carnatic ;  but  as  he  had  been  walking 
about  all  day,  the  demands  of  hunger  were  becom- 
ing importunate.  He  observed  that  the  butchers' 
stalls  contained  neither  mutton,  goat,  nor  pork ;  and 
knowing  also  that  it  is  a  sacrilege  to  kill  beeves, 
which  are  preserved  solely  for  farming,  he  made  up 
his  mind  that  meat  was  far  from  plenty  in  Yoko- 
hama, —  nor  was  he  mistaken ;  and  in  default  of 
butcher's  meat,  he  could  have  wished  for  a  quarter 
of  wild  boar  or  deer,  a  partridge,  or  some  quails, 
some  game  or  fish,  which,  with  rice,  the  Japanese 
eat  almost  exclusively.  But  he  found  it  necessary 
to  keep  up  a  stout  heart,  and  to  postpone  the  meal 
he  craved  till  the  following  morning.  Night  came, 
and  Passepartout  re-entered  the  native  quarter, 
where  he  wandered  through  the  streets,  lit  by 
vari-colored  lantenis,  looking  on  at    the    dancers 


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who  were  executing  skilful  steps  and  boundings, 
and  the  astrologers,  who  stood  in  the  open  air  with 
their  telescopes.  Then  he  came  to  the  harbor, 
which  was  lit  up  by  the  rosin  torches  of  the  fisher- 
men, who  were  fishing  from  their  boats. 

The  streets  at  last  became  quiet,  and  the  patrol, 
the  officers  of  whom,  in  their  splendid  costumes, 
and  surrounded  by  their  suites,  Passepartout 
thought  seemed  like  ambassadors,  succeeded  the 
bustling  crowd.  Each  time  a  company  passed. 
Passepartout  chuckled,  and  said  to  himself,  "Good  ! 
another  Japanese  embassy  departing  for  Europe  !  " 


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XXIII. 

IN     WHICH     passepartout's     NOSE     BECOMES     OUTRA- 
GEOUSLY   LONG. 

HE  next  morning  poor,  jaded,  famished 
Passepartout  said  to  himself  that  he 
must  get  something  to  eat  at  all  hazards, 
and  the  sooner  he  did  so  the  better.  He 
might,  indeed,  sell  his  watch ;  but  he  would  have 
starved  first.  Now  or  never  he  must  use  the 
strong,  if  not  melodious  voice  which  nature  had  be- 
stowed upon  him.  He  knew  several  French  and 
English  songs,  and  resolved  to  try  them  upon  the 
Japanese,  who  must  be  lovers  of  music,  since  they 
were  forever  pounding  on  their  cymbals,  tam-tams, 
and  tambourines,  and  could  not  but  appreciate 
European  talent. 

It  was,  perhaps,  rather  early  in  the  morning  to 
get  up  a  concert,  and  the  audience,  prematurely 
aroused  from  their  slumbers,  might  not,  possibly, 
pay  their  entertainer  with  coin  bearing  the  Mika- 
do's features.  Passepartout  therefore  decided  to 
wait  several  hours ;  and,  'as  he  w^as  sauntering 
along,  it  occurred  to  him  that  he  would  seem 
rather  too  well  dressed  for  a  wandering  artist. 
The  idea  struck  him  to  change  his  garments  for 
clothes  more  in  harmony  with  his  project;  by 
which  he  might  also  get  a  little  money  to  satisfy 
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178     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

the  immediate  cravings  of  hunger.  The  resolution 
taken,  it  remained  to  carry  it  out. 

It  was  only  after  a  long  search  that  Passepar- 
tout discovered  a  native  dealer  in  old  clothes,  to 
whom  he  applied  for  an  exchange.  The  man  liked 
the  European  costume,  and  erelong  Passepartout 
issued  from  his  shop  accoutred  in  an  old  Japanese 
coat,  and  a  sort  of  one-sided  turban,  faded  with 
long  use.  A  few  small  pieces  of  silver,  moreover, 
jingled  in  his  pocket. 

"  Good  !  "  thought  he.  "  I  will  imagine  I  am  in 
the  Carnival ! " 

His  first  care,  after  being  thus  "  Japanesed," 
was  to  enter  a  tea-house  of  modest  appearance, 
and,  upon  half  a  bird  and  a  little  rice,  to  break- 
fast like  a  man  for  whom  dinner  was  as  yet  a  prob- 
lem to  be  solved. 

"  Now,"  thought  he,  when  he  had  eaten  heartih% 
"  I  must  n't  lose  my  head.  I  can't  sell  this  cos- 
tume again  for  one  still  more  Jaj^anese.  I  must 
consider  how  to  leave  this  country  of  the  Sun,  of 
which  I  shall  not  retain  the  most  delightful  of 
memories^  as  quickly  as  possible." 

It  occurred  to  him  to  visit  the  steamers  which 
were  about  to  leave  for  America.  He  would  offer 
liimself  as  a  cook  or  servant,  in  payment  of  his  pas- 
sage and  meals.  Once  at  San  Francisco,  he  would 
find  some  means  of  going  on.  The  difficulty  was, 
how  to  traverse  the  four  thousand  seven  hundred 
miles  of  the  Pacific  which  lay  between  Japan  and 
the  New  World. 

Passepartout  was  not  the  man  to  let  an  idea  go 
;-ing,  and  directed  his  steps-  towards  the  docks. 


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But,  as  he  approached  them,  his  project,  which  at 
first  had  seemed  so  simple,  began  to  grow  more 
and  more  formidable  to  his  mind.  What  need  would 
they  have  of  a  cook  or  servant  on  an  American 
steamer,  and  what  confidence  would  they  put  in  him, 
dressed  as  he  was  %  "What  references  could  he  give  % 
As  he  was  reflecting  in  this  wise,  his  ej-es  fell 
upon  an  immense  placard  which  a  sort  of  clown 
was  carrying  through  the  streets.  This  placard, 
which  was  in  English,  read  as  follows  :  — 

"  ACROBATIC    JAPANESE    TROUPE, 

HONORABLE    WILLI  .Of    BATULCAR,   PROPRIETOR. 

LAST    REPRESENTATIONS 

PRIOR  TO  THEIR  DEPARTURE    FOR   THE  UNITED  STATES 

OF   THE 

LONG    NOSES  !       LONG    NOSES  I 

UNDER  THE  DIRECT  INVOCATION  OF  THE  GOD  TINGOU  ! 

GREAT  ATTRACTION  !  " 

"The  United  States!"  said  Passepartout; 
"that's  just  w^hat   I  want  I  " 

He  followed  the  clown,  and  soon  found  himself 
once  more  in  the  Japanese  quarter.  A  quarter  of 
an  hour  later  he  stopped  before  a  large  cabin, 
adorned  with  several  clusters  of  streamers,  the  ex- 
terior walls  of  which  wej-e  designed  to  represent, 
in  violent  colors  and  without  perspective,  a  com- 
pany of  jugglers. 

This  was  the  Honorable  William  Batulcar's  es- 


180     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

tablishment.  That  gentleman  was  a  sort  of  Bar- 
niim,  the  director  of  a  troupe  of  mountebanks, 
jugglers,  clowns,  acrobats,  equilibrists,  and  gym- 
nasts, who,  according  to  the  placard,  was  giving  his 
last  performances  before  leaving  the  Empire  of  the 
Sun  for  the  States  of  the  Union. 

Passepartout  entered,  and  asked  for  Mr.  Batul- 
car,  who  straightway  appeared  in  person. 

"  What  do  you  want  1 "  said  he  to  Passepartout, 
whom  he  at  first  took  for  a  native. 

"  Would  you  like  a  servant,  sir]"  asked  Passe- 
partout. 

"■  A  servant  I  "  cried  Mr.  Batulcar,  caressing  the 
thick  gray  beard  which  hung  from  his  chin.  "  I 
already  have  two  who  are  obedient  and  faithful, 
have  never  left  me,  and  serve  me  for  their  nourish- 
ment, —  and  here  they  are,"  added  he,  holding  out 
his  two  robust  arms,  furrowed  with  veins  as  large  as 
the  strings  of  a  bass-viol. 

"  So  I  can  be  of  no  use  to  you  ? " 

"None." 

'*  The  devil !  I  should  so  like  to  cross  the 
Pacific  with  you  ! " 

"Ah  !  "  said  the  Honorable  Mr.  Batulcar.  "  You 
are  no  more  a  Japanese  than  I  am  a  monkey  ! 
Why  are  you  dressed  up  in  that  way  ? " 

"  A  man  dresses  as  he  can." 

"  True,  that.  You  are  a  Frenchman,  are  n't 
you  1 " 

"Yes;  a  Parisian  of  Paris." 

"Then  you  ought  to  know  how  to  make  gri- 
maces 1 " 

"  Why,"  replied  Passepartout,  a  little  vexed  that 


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bis  nationality  should  cause  this  question,  "we 
Frenchmen  know  how  to  make  grimaces,  it  is 
true,  —  but  not  anv  better  than  the  Americans 
do." 

'*  True.  Well,  if  I  can't  take  you  as  a  servant, 
I  can  as  a  clown.  You  see,  my  friend,  in  France 
they  exhibit  foreign  clowns,  and  in  foreign  parts 
French  clowns." 

^'Ah!" 

"  You  are  pretty  strong,  eh  ? " 

"Especially  after  a  good  meal." 

"And  you  can  sing]" 

"Yes,"  returned  Passepartout,  who  had  for- 
merly been  wont  to  sing  in  the  streets. 

"  But  can  you  sing  standing  on  your  head,  with 
a  top  spinning  on  your  left  foot,  and  a  sabre  bal- 
anced on  your  right  ? '' 

"  Humph  I  I  think  so,"  replied  Passepartout,  re- 
calling the  exercises  of  his  younger  days. 

"Well,  that  's  enough,"  said  the  Honorable 
William  Batulcar. 

The  engagement  w^as  concluded  there  and  then. 

Passepartout  had  at  last  found  something  to  do. 
He  was  engaged  to  act  in  the  celebrated  Japanese 
troupe.  It  was  not  very  flattering,  but  within  a 
week  he  would  be  on  his  way  to  San  Francisco. 

The  performance,  so  noisily  announced  by  the 
Honorable  Mr.  Batulcar,  was  to  commence  at 
three  o'clock,  and  soon  the  deafening  instruments 
of  a  Japanese  orchestra  resounded  at  the  door.  Pas- 
separtout, though  he  had  not  been  able  to  studj'  or 
rehearse  a  part,  was  designated  to  lend  the  aid  of 
his  sturdy  shoulders  in  the  gi-eat  exhibition  of  the 


182     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

''hr.man  pyramid,"  executed  by  the  Long  Noses 
of  the  god  Tingou.  This  "  great  attraction  "  was 
to  close  the  performance. 

Before  three  o'clock  the  large  shed  was  invaded 
by  the  spectators,  comprising  Europeans  and  na- 
tives, Chinese  and  Japanese,  men,  women,  and 
children,  who  precipitated  themselves  upon  the 
narrow  benches  and  into  the  boxes  opposite  the 
stage.  The  musicians  took  up  a  position  inside, 
and  were  vigorously  performing  on  their  gongs, 
tam-tams,  flutes,  bones,  tambourines,  and  immense 
drums. 

The  performance  was  much  like  all  acrobatic 
displays  ;  but  it  must  be  confessed  that  the  Japan- 
ese are  the  first  equilibrists  in  the  world. 

One,  with  a  fan  and  some  bits  of  paper,  per- 
formed the  graceful  trick  of  the  butterflies  and 
the  flowers ;  another  traced  in  the  air,  with  the 
odorous  smoke  of  his  pipe,  a  series  of  blue 
words,  which  composed  a  compliment  to  the  au- 
dience ;  while  a  third  juggled  with  some  lighted 
candles,  which  he  extinguished  successively  as 
they  passed  his  lips,  and  relit  again  without  inter- 
rupting for  an  instant  his  juggling.  Another  re- 
produced the  most  singular  combinations  with  a 
spinning  top;  in  his  hands  the  revolving  tops 
seemed  to  be  animated  with  a  life  of  their  own  in 
their  interminable  whirling ;  they  ran  over  pipe- 
stems,  the  edges  of  sabres,  wires,  and  even  hairs 
stretched  across. the  stage;  they  turned  around 
on  the  edges  of  large  glasses,  crossed  bamboo  lad- 
ders, dispersed  hito  all  the  corners,  and  produced 
strange  musical  effects  by  the  combination  of  their 


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various  pitches  of  tone.  The  jugglers  tossed  them 
in  the  air,  threw  them  like  shuttlecocks  with 
wooden  battledores,  and  yet  they  kept  on  spin- 
ning ;  they  put  them  into  their  pocliets,  and  took 
them  out  still  whirling  as  before. 

It  is  useless  to  describe  the  astonishing  perform- 
ances of  the  acrobats  and  gymnasts.  The  turning 
on  ladders,  poles,  balls,  barrels,  etc.,  was  executed 
with  wonderful  precision. 

But  the  principal  attraction  was  the  exhibition 
of  the  Long  Noses,  a  show  to  which  Europe  is  as 
yet  a  stranger. 

The  Long  Noses  form  a  peculiar  company,  under 
the  direct  patronage  of  the  god  Tingou.  Attired 
after  the  fashion  of  the  Middle  Ages,  they  bore 
upon  their  shoulders  a  splendid  pair  of  wings  ; 
but  what  especially  distinguished  them  was  the 
long  noses  which  were  fastened  to  their  faces,  and 
the  uses  which  they  made  of  them.  These  noses 
were  made  of  bamboo,  and  were  five,  six,  and 
even  ten  feet  long,  some  straight,  others  curved, 
some  ribboned,  and  some  having  imitation  warts 
upon  them.  It  was  upon  these  appendages,  fixed 
tightly  on  their  real  noses,  that  they  performed 
their  gymnastic  exercises.  A  dozen  of  these  sec- 
taries of  Tingou  lay  flat  upon  their  backs,  while 
others,  dressed  to  represent  lightning-rods,  came 
and  frolicked  on  their  noses,  jumping  from  one  to 
another,  and  performing  the  most  skilful  leapings 
and  somersaults. 

As  a  last  scene,  a  "  h\iman  pyramid  "  had  been 
announced,  in  which  fifty  Long  Noses  w^ere  to  re- 
present   the    Car   of  Juggernaut,      But,    instead 


184     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

of  forming  a  pyramid  by  mounting  each  other's 
shoulders,  the  artists  were  to  group  themselves 
on  top  of  the  noses.  It  happened  that  the  per- 
former who  had  hitherto  formed  the  base  of  the 
Car  had  quitted  the  troupe,  and  as,  to  fill  this 
part,  only  strengh  and  adroitness  were  necessary, 
Passepartout  had  been  chosen  to  take  his  place. 

The  poor  fellow  really  felt  sad  when  —  melan- 
choly reminiscence  of  his  youth  !  —  he  donned  his 
costume,  adorned  with  vari -colored  wings,  and 
fastened  to  his  natural  feature  a  false  nose  six  feet 
long.  But  he  cheered  up  when  he  thought  that 
this  nose  was  winning  him  something  to  eat. 

He  went  upon  the  stage,  and  took  his  place  be- 
side the  rest  who  were  to  compose  the  base  of  the 
Car  of  Juggernaut.  They  all  stretched  themselves 
on  the  floor,  their  noses  pointing  to  the  ceiling. 
A  second  group  of  artists  disposed  themselves  on 
these  long  appendages,  tlien  a  third  above  these, 
then  a  fourth,  until  a  human  monument  reach- 
ing to  the  very  cornices  of  the  theatre  soon  arose 
on  top  of  the  noses.  This  elicited  loud  applause, 
in  the  midst  of  which  the  orchestra  was  just  strik- 
ing up  a  deafening  air,  when  the  pyramid  tottered, 
the  balance  was  lost,  one  of  the  lower  noses  van- 
ished from  the  pyramid,  and  the  human  monu- 
ment was  shattered  like  a  castle  built  of  cards  ! 

It  was  Passepartout's  fault.  Abandoning  his 
position,  clearing  the  footlights  without  the  aid  of 
his  wings,  and  clambering  up  to  the  right-hand 
gallery,  he  fell  at  the  feet  of  one  of  the  specta- 
tors, crving,  "Ah.  my  master  !  my  master  I  " 

"  You  here  1 " 


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"Myself." 

"Very  well;  then  let  us  go  to  the  steamer, 
young  man  I " 

Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda,  and  Passepartout  passed 
through  the  lobby  of  the  theatre  to  the  outside, 
where  they  encountered  the  Honorable  Mr.  Batul- 
car,  furious  with  rage.  He  demanded  damages 
for  the  "  breakage  "  of  the  pyramid  ;  and  Phileas 
Fogg  appeased  him  by  giving  him  a  handful  of 
bank-notes. 

At  half  past  six,  the  very  hour  of  departure, 
Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda,  followed  by  Passepartout, 
who  in  his  hurry  had  retained  his  wings,  and  nose 
six  feet  long,  stepped  upon  the  American  steamer. 


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XXIV. 

DURING    WHICH     MR.     FOGG    AND     PARTY     CROSS     THE 
PACIFIC    OCEAN. 

HAT  happened  when  the  pilot-boat  came  in 
sight  of  Shanghai  will  be  easily  guessed. 
The  signals  made  by  the  Tankadere  had 
been  seen  by  the  captain  of  the  Yoko- 
hama steamer,  who,  espying  the  flag  at  halfmast, 
had  directed  his  course  towards  the  little  craft. 
Phileas  Fogg,  after  paying  the  stipulated  price  of 
his  passage  to  John  Bunsby,  and  rewarding  that 
worthy  with  the  additional  sum  of  five  hundred 
and  fifty  pounds,  ascended  the  steamer  with  Aouda 
and  Fix ;  and  they  started  at  once  for  Nagasaki 
and  Yokahama. 

They  reached  their  destination  on  the  morning 
of  the  14th  of  November.  Phileas  Fogg  lost  no 
time  in  going  on  board  the  Carnatic,  where  he 
learned,  to  Aouda's  great  delight,  —  and  perhaps 
to  his  own,  though  he  betrayed  no  emotion, —  that 
Passepartout,  a  Frenchman,  had  really  arrived  on 
her  the  day  before. 

The  San  Francisco  steamer  was  announced  to 
leave  that  very  evening,  and  it  became  necessary 
to  find  Passepartout,  if  possible,  without  delay. 
Mr.  Fogg  aj^plied  in  vain  to  the  French  and  Eng- 
lish consuls,  and,  after  wandering  through  the 
streets  a  long  time,  began  to  despair  of  finding  his 


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missiug  servant.  Chance,  or  perhaps  a  kind  of  pre- 
sentiment, at  last  led  him  into  the  Honorable  Mr. 
Batulcar's  theatre.  He  certainly  would  not  have 
recognized  Passepartout  in  the  eccentric  mounte- 
bank's costume  ;  but  the  latter,  lying  on  his  back, 
perceived  his  master  in  the  gallery.  He  could  not 
help  starting,  which  so  changed  the  position  of  his 
nose  as  to  bring  the  "  pyramid "  pellmell  upon 
the  stage. 

All  this  Passepartout  learned  from  Aouda,  who 
recounted  to  him  what  had  taken  place  on  the 
voyage  from  Hong  Kong  to  Shanghai  on  the 
Tankadere,  in  company  with  one  Mr.  Fix. 

Passepartout  did  not  change  countenance  on 
hearing  this  name.  He  thought  that  the  time 
had  not  yet  arrived  to  divulge  to  his  master  what 
had  taken  place  between  the  detective  and  him- 
self; and  in  the  account  he  gave  of  his  absence, 
he  simpl}^  excused  himself  for  having  been  over- 
taken by  dmnkenness,  in  smoking  opium  at  a 
tavern  in  Hong  Kong. 

Mr.  Fog  heard  this  narrative  coldly,  without  a 
word ;  and  then  furnished  his  man  with  funds 
necessary  to  obtain  clothing  more  in  harmony 
with  his  position.  Within  an  hour  the  Frenchman 
had  cut  off  his  nose  and  parted  with  his  wings, 
and  retained  nothing  about  him  which  recalled 
the  sectary  of  the  god  Tingou. 

The  steamer  which  was  about  to  depart  from 
Yokohama  to  San  Francisco  belonged  to  the  Paci- 
fic Mail  Steamship  Company,  and  was  named  the 
General  Grant.  She  was  a  large  paddle-wheel 
steamer  of  two  thousand  five  hundred  tons,  well 


188     The  Tour  of  the  World  m  Eighty  Daijs. 

equipped  and  rapid  of  speed.  The  massive  ^valking- 
beam  rose  and  fell  above  the  deck  ;  at  one  end  a 
a  piston-rod  worked  up  and  down  ;  and  at  the 
other  was  a  connecting-rod  which,  in  changing  the 
rectilinear  motion  to  a  circular  one,  was  directly 
connected  with  the  shaft  of  the  paddles.  The 
General  Grant  w^as  rigged  with  three  masts,  giving 
a  large  capacity  for  sails,  and  thus  materially 
aiding  the  steam-power.  By  making  twelve  miles 
a  day,  she  would  cross  the  ocean  in  twenty-one 
days.  Phileas  Fogg  was  therefore  justified  in 
hoping  that  he  would  reach  San  Francisco  by  the 
2d  of  December,  New^  York  by  the  11th,  and 
London  on  the  20th,  — thus  gaining  several  hours 
on  the  fatal  date  of  the  21st  of  December. 

There  was  a  full  complement  of  passengers  on 
board,  among  them  English,  many  Americans,  a 
large  number  of  Coolies  on  their  way  to  California, 
and  several  East  Indian  officers,  who  were  spend- 
ing their  vacation  in  making  the  tour  of  the 
world.  Nothing  of  moment  happened  on  the 
voyage  ;  the  steamer,  sustained  on  its  large  pad- 
dles, rolled  but  little,  and  the  Pacific  almost  justi- 
fied its  name.  Mr.  Fogg  was  as  calm  and  taciturn 
as  ever.  His  young  companion  felt  herself  more 
and  more  attached  to  him  by  other  ties  than 
gratitude ;  his  silent  but  generous  nature  im- 
pressed her  more  than  she  thought ;  and  it  was 
almost  unconsciously  that  she  yielded  to  emotions 
which  did  not  seem  to  have  the  least  effect  upon 
her  protector.  Aouda  took  the  keenest  interest 
in  his  plans,  and  became  impatient  at  any  incident 
which  seemed  likely  to  retard  his  journey. 


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She  often  chatted  with  Passepartout,  who  did 
not  fail  to  perceive  the  state  of  the  lady's  heart ; 
and,  being  the  most  faithful  of  domestics,  he  never 
exhausted  his  eulogies  of  Phileas  Fogg's  honesty, 
generosity,  and  devotion.  He  took  pains  to  calm 
Aouda's  doubts  of  a  successful  termination  of  the 
journey,  telling  her  that  the  most  difficult  part  of 
it  had  passed,  that  now  they  were  beyond  the  fan- 
tastic countries  of  Japan  and  China,  and  were 
fairly  on  their  way  to  civilized  places  again.  A 
railway  train  from  San  Francisco  to  New  York, 
and  a  transatlantic  steamer  from  New  York  to 
Liverpool,  would  doubtless  bring  them  to  the  end 
of  this  impossible  tour  of  the  world  within  the 
period  agreed  upon. 

On  the  ninth  day  after  leaving  Yokohama, 
Phileas  Fogg  had  traversed  exactly  one  half  of  the 
terrestrial  globe.  The  General  Grant  passed,  on 
the  23d  of  November,  the  one  hundred  and  eigh- 
tieth meridian,  and  was  at  the  very  antipodes  of 
London.  Mr.  Fogg  had,  it  is  true,  exhausted 
fifty-two  of  the  eighty  days  in  which  he  was  to 
complete  the  tour,  and  there  were  only  twenty- 
eight  left.  But,  though  he  was  only  half-way  by 
the  difference  of  meridians,  he  had  really  gone 
over  two  thirds  of  the  whole  journey ;  for  he  had 
been  obliged  to  make  long  circuits  from  London 
to  x\den,  from  Aden  to  Bombay,  from  Calcutta  to 
Singapore,  and  from  Singapore  to  Yokohama. 
Could  he  have  followed  without  deviation  the 
fiftieth  parallel,  which  is  that  of  London,  the 
wdiole  distance  would  only  have  been  about  twelve 
thousand  miles ;  w^hereas  he  would  be  forced,  by 


190     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

the  irregular  methods  of  locomotion,  to  traverse 
twenty-six  thousand,  of  which  he  had,  on  the  23d 
of  November  accomplished  seventeen  thousand 
five  hundred.  And  now  the  course  was  a  straight 
one,  and  Fix  was  no  longer  there  to  put  obstacles 
in  their  way  i 

It  happened  also  on  the  23d  of  November,  that 
Passepartout  made  a  joyful  discovery.  It  will  be 
remembered  that  the  obstinate  fellow  had  insisted 
on  keeping  his  famous  ftimily  watch  at  London 
time,  and  on  regarding  that  of  the  countries  he 
had  passed  through  as  quite  false  and  unreliable. 
Now,  on  this  day,  though  he  had  not  changed  the 
hands,  he  found  that  his  watch  exactly  agreed 
with  the  ship's  chronometers.  His  triumph  was 
hilarious.  He  would  have  liked  to  know  what 
Fix  would  say  if  he  were  aboard  ! 

"The  rogue  told  me  a  lot  of  stories,"  repeated 
Passepartout,  "  about  the  meridians,  the  sun,  and 
the  moon  !  Hein  !  if  one  listened  to  that  sort  of 
people,  a  pretty  sort  of  time  one  would  keep  !  I 
was  sure  that  the  sun  would  some  day  regulate  it- 
self by  my  watch  !  " 

Passepartout  was  ignorant  that,  if  the  face  of 
his  watch  had  been  divided  into  twenty-four 
hours,  like  the  Italian  clocks,  he  would  have  no 
reason  for  exultation  ;  for  the  hands  of  his  watch 
would  then,  instead  of  as  now  indicating  nine 
o'clock  in  the  morning,  indicate  nine  o'clock  in 
the  evening,  that  is,  the  twenty-first  hour  after 
midnight,  —  precisely  the  difference  between  Lon- 
don time  and  that  of  the  one  hundred  and  eigh- 
tieth meridian.     But  if  Fix  had  been  able  to  ex- 


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plain  this  purely  physical  effect,  Passepartout 
would  not  have  admitted;  even  if  he  had  compre- 
hended it.  Moreover,  if  the  detective  had  been 
on  board  at  that  moment,  Passepartout  would 
have  joined  issue  with  him  on  a  quite  different 
subject,  and  in  an  entirely  different  manner. 

Where  was  Fix  at  that  moment  ] 

He  was  actually  on  board  the  General  Grant. 

On  reaching  Yokohama,  the  detective,  leaving 
Mr.  Fogg,  whom  he  expected  to  meet  again  during 
the  day,  had  repaired  at  once  to  the  English 
consulate,  where  he  at  last  found  the  warrant  of 
arrest.  It  had  followed  him  from  Bombay,  and  had 
come  by  the  Carnatic,  on  which  steamer  he  him- 
self was  supposed  to  be.  Fix's  disappointment 
may  be  imagined  when  he  reflected  that  the  war- 
rant was  now  useless.  Mr.  Fogg  had  left  English 
ground,  and  it  was  now  necessary  to  procure  his 
extradition  ! 

"  "Well,"  thought  Fix,  after  a  moment  of  anger, 
''my  warrant  is  not  good  here,  but  it  will  be  in 
England.  The  rogue  evidently  intends  to  return 
to  his  own  country,  thinking  he  has  thrown  the 
police  off  his  track.  Good  !  I  will  follow  him 
across  the  Atlantic.  As  for  the  money.  Heaven 
gi'ant  there  may  be  some  left !  But  the  fellow  has 
already  spent  in  travelling,  rewards,  trials,  bail, 
elephants,  and  all  sorts  of  charges,  more  than  five 
thousand  pounds.  Yet,  after  all,  the  Bank  is 
rich  ! " 

His  course  decided  on,  he  went  on  board  the 
General  Grant,  and  was  there  when  Mr.  Fogg  and 
Aouda  arrived.     To  his  utter  amazement,  he  rec- 


192     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

ognized  Passepartout,  despite  his  theatrical  dis- 
guise. He  quickly  concealed  himself  in  his  cabin, 
to  avoid  an  awkward  explanation,  and  hoped  — 
thanks  to  the  number  of  passengers  —  to  remain 
unperceived  by  Mr.  Fogg's  servant. 

On  that  very  day,  however,  he  met  Passepar- 
tout face  to  face  on  the  forward  deck.  The  latter 
without  a  word  made  a  rush  for  him,  grasped  him 
by  the  throat,  and,  much  to  the  amusement  of 
a  group  of  Americans,  who  immediately  began  to 
bet  on  him,  administered  to  the  detective  a  perfect 
volley  of  blows,  which  proved  the  great  superiority 
of  French  over  English  pugilistic  skill. 

When  Passepartout  had  finished,  he  found  him- 
self relieved  and  comforted.  Fix  got  up  in  a 
somewhat  rumpled  condition,  and,  looking  at  his 
adversary,  coldly  said,  "Have  you  donel" 

"  For  this  time  —  yes." 

"  Then  let  me  have  a  word  with  you." 

''But  I  —  " 

"  In  your  master's  interest." 

Passepartout  seemed  to  be  vanquished  by  Fix's 
coolness,  for  he  quietly  followed  him,  and  they  sat 
down  aside  from  the  rest  of  the  passengers. 

"  You  have  given  me  a  thrashing,"  said  Fix. 
"  Good  !  I  expected  it.  Now,  listen  to  me.  Up 
to  this  time  I  have  been  Mr.  Fogg's  adversary.  I 
am  now  in  his  game." 

"  Aha  !  "  cried  Passepartout ;  ''you  are  convinced 
he  is  an  honest  manT' 

"  No,"  replied  Fix,  coldl}^  "  I  think  him  a  ras- 
cal. Sh !  don't  budge,  and  let  me  speak.  As 
long  as  Mr.  Fogg  was  on  English  ground,  it  was 


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for  my  interest  to  detain  him  there  until  my  war- 
rant of  arrest  arrived.  I  did  everything  1  could 
to  keep  him  back.  I  sent  the  Bombay  priests 
after  him,  I  got  you  intoxicated  at  Hong  Kong,  I 
separated  you  from  him,  and  I  made  him  miss  the 
Yokohama  steamer." 

Passepartout  listened,  with  closed  fists. 

"Xow,"  resumed  Fix,  "Mr.  Fogg  seems  to  be 
going  back  to  England.  Well,  I  will  follow  him 
there.  But  hereafter  I  will  do  as  much  to  keep 
obstacles  out  of  his  way  as  I  have  done  up  to  this 
time  to  put  them  in  his  path.  I  've  changed  my 
game,  you  see,  and  simply  because  it  was  for  my 
interest  to  change  it.  Your  interest  is  the  same  as 
mine ;  for  it  is  only  in  England  that  you  will 
ascertain  whether  you  are  in  the  service  of  a  crimi- 
nal or  an  honest  man." 

Passepartout  listened  very  attentively  to  Fix, 
and  was  convinced  that  he  spoke  with  entire  good 
faith. 

"  Are  we  friends  ] "  asked  the  detective. 

"  Friends  —  no,"  replied  Passepartout ;  "  but 
allies,  perhaps.  At  the  least  sign  of  treason,  how- 
ever, I  '11  twist  your  neck  for  you." 

"Agreed,"  said  the  detective,  quietly. 

Eleven  days  later,  on  the  3d  of  December,  the 
General  Grant  entered  the  bay  of  the  Golden 
Gate,  and  reached  San  Francisco. 

Mr.  Fogg  had  neither  gained  nor  lost  a  single 
day. 


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XXV. 

IN    WHICH   A  SLIGHT    GLIMPSE    IS    HAD  OF    SAN    FRAN- 
CISCO. 

T  was  seven  in  the  morning  when  Mr. 
Fogg,  Aouda,  and  Passepartout  set  foot 
upon  the  American  continent,  if  this 
name  can  be  given  to  the  floating  quay 
upon  which  they  disembarked.  These  quays,  ris- 
ing and  falUng  with  the  tide,  thus  facilitate  the 
loading  and  unloading  of  vessels.  Alongside  them 
were  clippers  of  all  sizes,  steamers  of  all  nationali- 
ties, and  the  steamboats,  with  several  decks  rising 
one  above  the  other,  which  ply  on  the  Sacramento 
and  its  tributaries.  There  were  also  heaped  up 
the  products  of  a  commerce  which  extends  to 
Mexico,  Chili,  Peru,  Brazil,  Europe,  Asia,  and  all 
the  Pacific  islands. 

Passepartout,  in  his  joy  on  reaching  at  last  the 
American  continent,  thought  he  would  manifest  it 
by  executing  a  perilous  vault  in  fine  style ;  but, 
tumbling  upon  some  worm-eaten  planks,  he  fell 
through  them.  Put  out  of  countenance  by  the 
manner  in  which  he  thus  "set  foot"  upon  the 
New  World,  he  uttered  a  loud  cry,  which  so  fright- 
ened the  innumerable  cormorants  and  pelicans  that 
were  perciied  upon  the  movable  quays,  that  they 
flew  noisily  away. 

Mr.  Fogg,  on  reaching  shore,  proceeded  to  find 


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out  at  what  hour  the  first  trahi  left  for  Xew  York, 
and  learned  that  this  was  at  six  o'clock  r.  m.  ;  he 
had,  therefore,  an  entire  day  to  spend  in  the  Cali- 
fornian  capital.  Taking  a  carriage  at  three  dollars 
the  course,  he  and  Aouda  entered  it,  while  Passe- 
partout mounted  the  box  beside  the  driver,  and 
they  set  out  for  the  International  Hotel. 

From  his  exalted  position  Passepartout  observed 
with  much  curiosity  the  wide  streets,  the  low, 
evenly  ranged  houses,  the  Anglo-Saxon  Gothic 
churches,  the  gi'eat  docks,  the  palatial  wooden  and 
brick  warehouses,  the  numerous  conveyances, 
omnibuses,  horse-cars,  and,  upon  the  sidewalks,  not 
only  Americans  and  Europeans,  but  Chinese  and 
Indians.  Passepartout  was  surprised  at  all  he  saw. 
San  Francisco  was  no  longer  the  legendary  city  of 
1849,  —  a  city  of  bandits,  assassins,  and  incendia- 
ries, who  had  flocked  hither  in  crowds  in  pursuit  of 
plunder  ;  a  paradise  of  outlaws,  where  they  gam- 
bled with  gold-dust,  a  revolver  in  one  hand  and  a 
bowie-knife  in  the  other  :  it  was  now  a  great  com- 
mercial emporium. 

The  lofty  tower  of  its  City  Hall  overlooked  the 
whole  panorama  of  the  streets  and  avenues,  which 
cut  each  other  at  right  angles,  and  in  the  midst  of 
which  appeared  pleasant,  verdant  squares,  while 
beyond  appeared  the  Chinese  quarter,  seemingly 
imported  from  the  Celestial  Empire  in  a  toy-box. 
Sombreros  and  red  shirts  and  plumed  Indians  were 
rarely  to  be  seen  ;  but  there  were  silk  hats  and 
black  coats  everywhere  worn  by  a  multitude  of  ner- 
vousl}^  active,  gentlemanly-looking  men.  Some  of 
the  streets  —  especially  ]\Iontgomery  Street,  which 


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is  to  San  Fraiiisco  what  Regent  Street  is  to  London, 
the  Boulevard  des  Italiens  to  Paris,  and  Broadway 
to  New  York  —  were  Uned  with  splendid  and  spa- 
cious stores,  which  exposed  in  their  windows  the 
products  of  the  entire  world. 

When  Passepartout  reached  the  International 
Hotel,  it  did  not  seem  to  him  as  if  he  had  left 
England  at  all. 

The  ground  floor  of  the  hotel  was  occupied  by 
a  large  bar,  a  sort  of  restaurant  freely  open  to  all 
passers-by,  who  might  partake  of  dried  beef,  oyster 
soup,  biscuits,  and  cheese,  without  taking  out  their 
purses.  Payment  was  made  only  for  the  ale,  por- 
ter, or  sherry  which  was  drunk.  This  seemed 
"  very  American "  to  Passepartout.  The  hotel 
refreshment-rooms  were  comfortable,  and  Mr.  Fogg 
and  Aouda,  installing  themselves  at  a  table,  were 
abundantly  served  on  diminutive  plates  by  negroes 
of  darkest  hue. 

After  breakfast,  Mr.  Fogg,  accompanied  V)y 
Aouda,  started  for  the  English  consulate  to  have 
his  passport  visdd.  As  he  was  going  out,  he  met 
Passepartout,  who  asked  him  if  it  would  not  be 
w^ell,  before  taking  the  train,  to  purchase  some 
dozens  of  Enfield  rifles  and  Colt's  revolvers.  He 
had  been  listening  to  stories  of  attacks  upon  the 
trains  by  the  Sioux  and  Pawnees.  Mr.  Fogg 
thought  it  a  useless  precaution,  but  told  him  to  do 
as  he  thought  best,  and  went  on  to  the  consulate. 

He  had  not  proceeded  two  hundred  steps,  how- 
ever, when,  "by  the  greatest  chance  in  the  world," 
he  met  Fix.  The  detective  seemed  wholly  taken 
by  surprise.     What !    Had  Mr.  Fogg  and  himself 


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crossed  the  Pacific  together,  and  not  met  on  the 
steamer  !  At  least,  Fix  felt  honored  to  behold 
once  more  the  gentleman  to  whom  he  owed  so 
much,  and  as  his  business  recalled  him  to  Europe, 
he  should  be  dehghted  to  continue  the  journey  in 
such  pleasant  compan3\ 

Mr.  Fogg  replied  that  the  honor  would  be  his ; 
and  the  detective  —  who  was  determined  not  to 
lose  sight  of  him  —  begged  permission  to  accom- 
pany^ them  in  their  walk  about  San  Francisco,  —  a 
request  which  Mr.  Fogg  readily  granted. 

They  soon  fonnd  themselves  in  Montgomery 
Street,  where  a  great  crowd  was  collected  ;  the 
sidewalks,  street,  horse-car  rails,  the  shop  doors, 
the  windows  of  the  houses,  and  even  the  roofs,  were 
full  of  people.  Men  were  going  about  carrying 
large  posters,  and  flags  and  streamers  were  floating 
in  the  wind ;  while  loud  cries  were  heard  on  every 
hand. 

"  Hurrah  for  Camerfield  !  " 

"  Hurrah  for  Mandiboy  ! " 

It  was  a  political  meeting ;  at  least  so  Fix  con- 
jectured, who  said  to  Mr.  Fogg,  "  Perhaps  we 
had  better  not  mingle  with  the  crowd.  There 
may  be  danger  in  it." 

"  Yes,"  returned  Mr.  Fogg ;  "  and  blows,  even  if 
they  are  political,  are  still  blows." 

Fix  smiled  at  this  remark ;  and  in  order  to  be 
able  to  see  without  being  jostled  about,  the  party 
took  up  a  position  on  the  top  of  a  flight  of  steps 
situated  at  the  upper  end  of  Montgomery  Street. 
Opposite  them,  on  the  other  side  of  the  street, 
between  a  coal  whaif  and  a  petroleum  warehouse, 


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a  lr/-'ge  platform  had  been  erected  in  the  open  air, 
towards  which  the  current  of  the  crowd  seemed 
to  be  directed. 

For  what  purpose  was  this  meeting]  What 
was  the  occasion  of  this  excited  assemblage  % 
Phileas  Fogg  could  not  imagine.  Was  it  to  nom- 
inate some  high  official,  —  a  governor  or  member 
of  Congress  %  It  was  not  improbable,  so  agitated 
was  the  multitude  before  them. 

Just  at  this  moment  there  was  an  unusual  stir 
in  the  human  mass.  All  the  hands  were  raised  in 
the  air.  Some,  tightly  closed,  seemed  to  disappear 
suddenly  in  the  midst  of  the  cries,  —  an  energetic 
way,  no  doubt,  of  casting  a  vote.  The  crowd 
swayed  back,  the  banners  and  flags  wavered,  dis- 
appeared an  instant,  then  reappeared  in  tatters. 
The  undulations  of  the  human  surge  reached  the 
steps,  while  all  the  heads  floundered  on  the  surface 
like  a  sea  agitated  by  a  squall.  Many  of  the 
black  hats  disappeared,  and  the  greater  part  of 
the  crowd  seemed  to  have  diminished  in  height. 

"  It  is  evidently  a  meeting,"  said  Fix,  "  and  its 
object  must  be  an  exciting  one.  I  should  not 
wonder  if  it  were  about  the  Alabama,  despite 
the  fact  that  that  question  is  settled." 

"  Perhaps,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  simply. 

"  At  least,  there  are  two  champions  in  presence 
of  each  other,  the  Honorable  Mr.  Camerfield  and 
the  Honorable  Mr.  Mandiboy." 

Aouda,  leaning  upon  Mr.  Fogg's  arm,  observed 
the  tumultuous  scene  with  surprise,  while  Fix 
asked  a  man  near  him  what  the  cause  of  it  all 
was.    Before  the  man  could  reply,  a  fresh  agitation 


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arose  j  hurrahs  and  excited  shouts  were  heard  ; 
the  staffs  of  the  banners  began  to  be  used  as 
offensive  weapons ;  and  fists  flew  about  in  every 
direction.  Thumps  were  exchanged  from  the  tops 
of  the  carriages  and  omnibuses  which  had  been 
blocked  up  in  the  crowd.  Boots  and  shoes  went 
whirhng  though  the  air,  and  Mr.  Fogg  thought  he 
even  heard  tlie  crack  of  revolvers  mingling  m  the 
din.  The  rout  approached  the  stairway,  and  flowed 
over  the  lower  step.  One  of  the  parties  had  evi- 
dently been  repulsed ;  but  the  mere  lookers-on 
could  not  tell  whether  Mandiboy  or  Camerfield 
had  gained  the  upper  hand. 

"  It  would  be  prudent  for  us  to  retire,"  said 
Fix,  who  was  anxious  that  Mr.  Fogg  should  not 
receive  any  injury,  at  least  until  they  got  back  to 
London.  "  If  there  is  any  question  about  England 
in  all  this,  and  we  were  recognized,  I  fear  it  would 
go  hard  with  us." 

"An  English  subject  —  "  began  Mr.  Fogg. 

He  did  not  finish  his  sentence  ;  for  a  terrific 
liubbub  now  arose  on  the  terrace  behind  the  flight 
of  steps  where  they  stood,  and  there  were  frantic 
shouts  of,  "  Hurrah  for  Mandiboy  !  Hip,  hip,  hur- 
rah ! " 

It  was  a  band  of  voters  coming  to  the  rescue  of 
their  allies,  and  taking  the  Camerfield  forces  in 
flank.  Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda,  and  Fix  found  them- 
selves between  two  fires  ;  it  was  too  late  to  escape. 
The  torrent  of  men,  armed  with  loaded  canes  and 
sticks,  was  irresistible.  Phileas  Fogg  and  Fix  were 
roughly  hustled  in  their  attempts  to  protect  their 
liiir  companion  ;  the  former,  as  cool  as  ever,  tried  to 


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defend  himself  with  the  weapons  which  nature 
has  placed  at  the  end  of  every  Englishman's  arm, 
but  in  vain.  A  big,  brawny  fellow  with  a  red  beard, 
flushed  face,  and  broad  shoulders,  who  seemed 
to  be  the  chief  of  the  band,  raised  his  clenched 
fist  to  strike  Mr.  Fogg,  whom  he  would  have  given 
a  crushing  blow,  had  not  Fix  rushed  in  and  re- 
ceived it  in  his  stead.  An  enormous  bruise  im- 
mediately made  its  appearance  under  the  detec- 
tive's silk  hat,  which  was  completely  mashed  in. 

"Yankee  ! "  exclaimed  Mr.  Fogg,  darting  a  con- 
temptuous look  at  the  ruffian. 

"  Englishman  !  "  returned  the  other.  "  We  will 
meet  again  ! " 

"  When  you  please." 

"  What  is  your  name  1 " 

"  Phileas  Fogg.     And  yours  % " 

"Colonel  Stamp  Proctor." 

The  human  tide  now  swept  by,  after  overturning 
Fix,  who  speedily  got  upon  his  feet  again,  though 
with  tattered  clothes.  Happily,  he  was  not  seri- 
ously hurt.  His  travelling  overcoat  was  divided 
into  two  unequal  parts,  and  his  trousers  resembled 
those  of  certain  Indians,  which  fit  less  compactly 
than  they  are  easy  to  put  on.  Aouda  had  es- 
caped unharmed,  and  Fix  alone  bore  marks  of  the 
fray  in  his  black  and  blue  bruise. 

"  Thanks,"  said  Mr.  Fogg  to  the  detective,  as 
soon  as  they  were  out  of  the  crowd. 

"No  thanks  are  necessary,"  replied  Fix;  "but 
let  us  go." 

"  Where  r' 

'•  To  a  tailor's." 


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Such  a  visit  was,  indeed,  opportune.  The 
clothing  of  both  Mr.  Fogg  and  Fix  was  in  rags,  as 
if  thej  had  themselves  been  actively  engaged  in 
the  contest  between  Camerfield  and  Mandiboj. 
An  hour  after,  they  were  once  more  suitably 
attired,  and  with  Aouda  returned  to  the  Inter- 
national Hotel. 

Passepartout  was  waiting  for  his  master,  armed 
with  half  a  dozen  six-barrelled  revolvers.  When 
he  perceived  Fix,  he  knit  his  brows;  but  Aouda 
having,  in  a  few  words,  told  him  of  their  adven- 
ture, his  countenance  resumed  its  placid  expres- 
sion. Fix  evidently  was  no  longer  an  enemy,  but 
an  ally ;  he  was  faithfulh'  keeping  his  word. 

Dinner  over,  the  coach  which  was  to  convey  the 
passengers  and  their  luggage  to  the  station  drew 
up  to  the  door.  As  he  was  getting  in,  Mr.  Fogg 
said  to  Fix,  "You  have  not  seen  this  Colonel 
Proctor  again  ? " 

"No." 

"  I  will  come  back  to  America  to  find  him,"  said 
Phileas  Fogg,  calmly.  "  It  would  not  be  right  for 
an  Englishman  to  permit  himself  to  be  treated  in 
that  way,  without  retaliating." 

The  detective  smiled,  but  did  not  reply.  It 
was  clear  that  Mr.  Fogg  was  one  of  those  English- 
men who,  while  they  do  not  tolerate  duelling  at 
home,  fight  abroad  when  their  honor  is  attacked. 

At  a  quarter  before  six  the  travellers  reached 
the  station,  and  found  the  train  ready  to  depart. 
As  he  was  about  to  enter  it,  Mr.  Fogg  called  a 
porter,  and  said  to  him,  "  My  friend,  was  there  not 
some  trouble  to-day  in  San  Francisco  1 " 
9*" 


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"  It  was  a  political  meeting,  sir,"  replied  the 
porter. 

"  But  I  thought  there  was  a  great  deal  of  dis- 
turbance in  the  streets." 

"  It  was  only  a  meeting  assembled  for  an  elec- 
tion." 

"  The  election  of  a  general-in-chief,  no  doubt  % " 
asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  No,  sir ;  of  a  justice  of  the  peace." 

Phileas  Fogg  got  into  the  train,  which  started 
off  at  full  speed. 


>*- 


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XXVI. 

[N  WHICH   PHILEAS    FOGG  AXD   PARTY  TRAVEL  BY  THE 
PACIFIC    RAILROAD. 


j^^^lJROM  ocean  to  ocean,"  —  so  say  the  Amer- 
icans ;  and  these  four  words  compose  the 
general  designation  of  the  "great  trunk 
line  "  which  crosses  the  entire  width  of 
the  United  States.  The  Pacific  Railroad  is,  how- 
ever, really  divided  into  two  distinct  lines  :  the 
Central  Pacific,  between  San  Francisco  and 
Ogden,  and  the  Union  Pacific,  between  Ogden 
and  Omaha.  Five  main  lines  connect  Omaha  with 
New  York. 

New  York  and  San  Francisco  are  thus  iniited 
by  an  uninterrupted  metal  ribbon,  which  measures 
no  less  than  three  thousand  seven  hundred  and 
eighty-six  miles.  Between  Omaha  and  the  Pacific 
the  railway  crosses  a  territory  which  is  still  in- 
fested by  Indians  and  wild  beasts,  and  a  large 
tract  which  the  Mormons,  after  they  were  driven 
from  Illinois  in  1845,  began  to  colonize. 

The  journey  from  New  York  to  San  Francisco 
consumed,  in  former  times,  under  the  most  favor- 
able conditions,  at  least  six  months.  It  is  now  ac- 
complished in  seven  days. 

It  was  in  1862  that,  in  spite  of  the  Southern 
Members  of  CongTcss,  who  wished  a  more  southerly 
route,  it  was  decided  to  lay  the  road  between  the 


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forty-first  and  forty-second  parallels.  President 
Lincoln  himself  fixed  the  end  of  the  line  at 
Omaha,  in  Nebraska.  The  work  was  at  once 
commenced,  and  pursued  with  true  American 
energy;  nor  did  the  rapidity  with  which  it  went 
on  injuriously  affect  its  good  execution.  The  road 
grew,  on  the  prairies,  a  mile  and  a  half  a  day. 
A  locomotive,  running  on  the  rails  laid  down  the 
evening  before,  brought  the  rails  to  be  laid  on  the 
morrow,  and  advanced  npon  them  as  fast  as  they 
were  put  in  position. 

The  Pacific  Railroad  is  joined  by  several 
branches  in  Iowa,  Kansas,  Colorado,  and  Oregon. 
On  leaving  Omaha,  it  passes  along  the  left  bank 
of  the  Platte  River  as  far  as  the  junction  of  its 
northern  branch,  follows  its  southern  branch, 
crosses  the  Laramie  territory  and  the  Wahsatch 
Mountains,  turns  the  Great  Salt  Lake  and  reaches 
Salt  Lake  City,  the  Mormon  capital,  plunges  into 
the  Tuilla  Valley,  across  the  American  Desert, 
Cedar  and  Humboldt  Mountains,  the  Sierra  Ne- 
vada, and  descends,  via  Sacramento,  to  the  Pacific, 
—  its  grade,  even  on  the  Rocky  Mountains,  never 
exceeding  one  hundred  and  twelve  feet  to  the 
mile. 

Such  was  the  road  to  be  traversed  in  seven  days, 
which  would  enable  Phileas  Fogg  —  at  least,  so  he 
hoped  —  to  take  the  Atlantic  steamer  at  New  York 
on  the  11th  for  Liverpool. 

The  car  which  he  occupied  was  a  sort  of  long 
omnibus  on  eight  wheels,  and  with  no  compart- 
ments in  the  interior.  It  was  supplied  with  two 
rows  of  seats,  perpendicular  to  the  direction  of  the 


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train  on  either  side  of  an  aisle  which  conducted  to 
the  front  and  rear  platforms.  These  platforms 
were  found  throughout  the  train,  and  the  passen- 
gers were  able  to  pass  from  one  end  of  the  train  to 
the  other.  It  was  supplied  with  saloon  cars,  bal- 
cony cars,  restaurants,  and  smoking  cars ;  theatre 
cars  alone  were  wanting,  and  they  will  have  these 
some  day. 

Book  and  news  dealers,  sellers  of  edibles,  drink- 
ables, and  cigars,  who  seemed  to  have  plenty  of 
customers,  were  continually  circulating  in  the 
aisles. 

The  train  left  Oakland  station  at  six  o'clock. 
It  was  already  night,  cold  and  cheerless,  the 
heavens  being  overcast  with  clouds  which  seemed 
to  threaten  snow.  The  train  did  not  proceed 
rapidly;  counting  the  stoppages,  it  did  not  run 
more  than  twenty  miles  an  hour,  which  was  a  suf- 
ficient speed,  however,  to  enable  it  to  reach  Omaha 
within  its  designated  time. 

There  was  but  little  conversation  in  the  car,  and 
soon  many  of  the  passengers  were  overcome  with 
sleep.  Passepartout  found  himself  beside  the  de- 
tective ;  but  he  did  not  talk  to  him.  After  recent 
events,  their  relations  with  each  other  had  grown 
somewhat  cold  ;  there  could  no  longer  be  mutual 
sympathy  or  intimacy  between  them.  Fix's  man- 
ner had  not  changed ;  but  Passepartout  was  very 
reserved,  and  ready  to  strangle  his  former  friend 
on  the  slightest  provocation. 

Snow  began  to  fall  an  hour  after  they  started,  — 
a  fine  snow,  however,  which  happily  could  not  ob- 
struct the  train ;  nothing  could  be  seen  from  the 


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windows  but  a  vast,  white  sheet,  against  which  the 
smoke  of  the  locomotive  had  a  grayish  aspect. 

At  eight  o'clock  a  steward  entered  the  car  and 
announced  that  the  time  for  going  to  bed  had 
arrived ;  and  in  a  few  minutes  the  car  w^as  trans- 
formed into  a  dormitory.  The  backs  of  the  seats 
were  thrown  back,  bedsteads  carefully  packed  were 
rolled  out  by  an  ingenious  system,  berths  were  sud- 
denly improvised,  and  each  traveller  had  soon  at 
his  disposition  a  comfortable  bed,  protected  from 
curious  eyes  by  thick  curtains.  The  sheets  were 
clean  and  the  pillows  soft.  It  only  remained  to  go 
to  bed  and  sleep,  —  which  everybody  did,  • —  while 
the  train  sped  on  across  the  State  of  California. 

The  country  between  San  Francisco  and  Sacra- 
mento is  not  very  hilly.  The  Central  Pacific, 
taking  Sacramento  for  its  starting-point,  extends 
eastward  to  meet  the  road  from  Omaha.  The  line 
from  San  Francisco  to  Sacramento  runs  in  a  north- 
easterly direction,  along  the  Ameiican  liiver,  which 
empties  into  San  Pablo  Pay.  The  one  hundred 
and  twenty  miles  between  these  cities  were  accom- 
plished in  six  hours,  and  towards  midnight,  while 
fast  asleep,  the  travellers  passed  thror,gh  Sacra- 
mento ;  so  that  they  saw  nothing  of  that  important 
place,  the  seat  of  the  State  government,  wnth  its 
fine  quays,  its  broad  streets,  its  noble  hotels, 
squares,  and  churches. 

The  train,  on  leaving  Sacramento,  and  passing 
the  junction,  Roclin,  Auburn,  and  Colfax,  entered 
the  range  of  the  Sierra  Nevada.  Cisco  was  reached 
at  seven  in  the  morning ;  and  an  hour  later  the 
dormitorv  was  transformed  into  an  ordinary  car, 


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and  the  travellers  could  observe  the  picturesque 
beauties  of  the  mountain  region  through  which 
they  were  steaming.  The  railway  track  wound 
in  and  out  among  the  passes,  now  approaching  the 
mountain-sides,  now  suspended  over  precipices, 
avoiding  abrupt  angles  by  bold  curves,  plunging 
into  narrow  defiles,  which  seemed  to  have  no  out- 
let. The  locomotive,  its  great  funnel  emitting  a 
weird  light,  with  its  sharp  bell,  and  its  cow- 
catcher extended  like  a  spur,  mingled  its  shrieks 
and  bellowings  with  the  noise  of  torrents  and  cas- 
cades, and  twined  its  smoke  among  the  branches 
of  the  gigantic  pines. 

There  were  few  or  no  bridges  or  tunnels  on  the 
route.  The  railway  turned  around  the  sides  of 
the  mountains,  and  did  not  attempt  to  violate 
nature  by  taking  the  shortest  cut  from  one  point 
to  another. 

The  train  entered  the  State  of  Nevada  through 
the  Carson  Valley  about  nine  o'clock,  going  always 
northeasterly ;  and  at  midday  reached  Reno,  where 
there  was  a  delay  of  twenty  minutes  for  break- 
fast. 

From  this  point  the  road,  running  along  Hum- 
boldt River,  passed  northward  for  several  miles  by 
its  banks ;  then  it  turned  eastward,  and  kept  by 
the  river  until  it  reached  the  Humboldt  Range, 
nearly  at  the  extreme  eastern  limit  of  Nevada. 

Having  breakfasted,  ]\Ir.  Fogg  and  his  compan- 
ions resumed  their  places  in  the  car,  and  observed 
the  varied  landscape  which  unfolded  itself  as  they 
passed  along ;  the  vast  prairies,  the  mountains 
linino;   the    horizon,    and    the    creeks   with    their 


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frothy,  foaming  streams.  Sometimes  a  great  herd 
of  buffaloes,  massing  together  in  the  distance, 
seemed  hke  a  movable  dam.  These  innumerable 
multitudes  of  ruminating  beasts  often  form  an  in- 
surmountable obstacle  to  the  passage  of  the  trains  ; 
thousands  of  them  have  been  seen  passing  over 
the  track  for  hours  together,  in  compact  ranks. 
The  locomotive  is  then  forced  to  stop  and  wait 
till  the  road  is  once  more  clear. 

This  happened,  indeed,  to  the  train  in  which 
Mr.  Fogg  was  travelling.  About  twelve  o'clock,  a 
troop  of  ten  or  twelve  thousand  head  of  buffalo 
encumbered  the  track.  The  locomotive,  slacken- 
ing its  speed,  tried  to  clear  the  way  with  its  cow- 
catcher ;  but  the  mass  of  animals  was  too  great. 
The  buffaloes  marched  along  with  a  tranquil  gait, 
uttering  now  and  then  deafening  bellowings. 
There  was  no  use  of  interrupting  them,  for,  hav- 
ing taken  a  particular  direction,  nothing  can  mod- 
erate and  change  their  course  ;  it  is  a  torrent  of 
living  flesh  which  no  dam  could  contain. 

The  travellers  gazed  on  this  curious  spectacle 
from  the  platforms  ;  but  Phileas  Fogg,  who  had 
the  most  reason  of  all  to  be  in  a  hurry,  remained 
in  his  seat,  and  waited  philosophically  until  it 
should  please  the  buffaloes  to  get  out  of  the 
way. 

Passepartout  was  furious  at  the  delay  they  oc- 
casioned, and  longed  to  discharge  his  arsenal  of 
revolvers  upon  them. 

"  What  a  country  !  "  cried  he.  "  Mere  cattle 
stop  the  trains,  and  go  by  in  a  procession,  just  as 
if  they  were  not  impeding  travel !     Parbleu  !     I 


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sliould  like  to  know  if  Mr.  Fogg  foresaw  this  mis- 
hap in  his  programme  !  And  here  's  an  engineer 
who  does  n't  dare  to  run  the  locomotive  into  this 
herd  of  beasts  !  " 

The  engineer  did  not  try  to  overcome  the  ob- 
stacle, and  he  was  wise.  He  would  have  crushed 
the  first  buffaloes,  no  doubt,  with  the  cow-catcher ; 
but  the  locomotive,  however  powerful,  would  soon 
have  been  checked,  the  train  would  inevitably 
have  been  thrown  off  the  track,  and  would  then 
have  been  helpless. 

The  best  course  was  to  wait  patiently,  and  re- 
gain the  lost  time  by  greater  speed  when  the  ob- 
stacle was  removed.  The  procession  of  buffaloes 
lasted  three  full  hours,  and  it  was  night  before 
the  track  was  clear.  The  last  ranks  of  the  herd 
were  now  passing  over  the  rails,  while  the  first  had 
already  disappeared  below  the  southern  horizon. 

It  was  eight  o'clock  when  the  train  passed 
through  the  defiles  of  the  Humboldt  Range,  and 
half  past  nine  when  it  penetrated  Utah,  the  region 
of  the  Great  Salt  Lake,  the  singular  colony  of  the 
Mormons. 


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XXVII. 

IN  TV^HICH  PASSEPARTOUT  UNDERGOES,  AT  A  SPEED 
OF  TWENTY  MILES  AN  HOUR,  A  COURSE  OF  MORMON 
HISTORY. 

URING  the  night  of  the  5th  of  Decem- 
ber, the  train  ran  southeasterly  for  about 
fifty  miles  :  then  rose  an  equal  distance 
in  a  northeasterly  direction,  towards  the 
Great  Salt  Lake. 

Passepartout,  about  nine  o'clock,  went  out  upon 
the  platform  to  take  the  air.  The  weather  was 
cold,  the  heavens  gray,  but  it  was  not  snowing. 
The  sun's  disk,  enlarged  by  the  mist,  seemed  an 
enormous  ring  of  gold,  and  Passepartout  was 
amusing  himself  by  calculating  its  value  in  pounds 
sterling,  when  he  was  diverted  from  this  interest- 
ing study  by  a  strange-looking  personage  who 
made  his  appearance  on  the  platform. 

This  personage,  who  had  taken  the  train  at 
Elko,  was  tall  and  dark,  with  black  mustaches, 
black  stockings,  a  black  silk  hat,  a  black  waist- 
coat, black  trousers,  a  white  cravat,  and  dog-skin 
gloves.  He  might  have  been  taken  for  a  clergy- 
man. He  went  from  one  end  of  the  train  to  the 
other,  and  affixed  to  the  door  of  each  car  a  notice 
written  in  manuscript. 

Passepartout  approached  and  read  one  of  these 
notices,  which  stated  that  Elder  William  Hitch, 


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Mormon  missionar}',  taking  advantage  of  his  pres- 
ence on  train  Xo.  48,  wonlcl  deliver  a  lecture  on 
Mormonism,  in  car  No.  117,  from  11  to  12  o'clock  ; 
and  that  he  invited  all  who  were  desirous  of  being 
instructed  concerning  the  mysteries  of  the  relig- 
ion of  the  *'  Latter  Day  Saints  "  to  attend. 

"  I  '11  go,"  said  Passepartout  to  himself.  Ho 
knew  nothing  of  Mormonism  except  the  custom 
of  polygam}^  which  is  its  foundation. 

The  news  quickly  spread  through  the  train, 
which  coTitained  about  one  hundred  passengers, 
thirty  of  whom,  at  most,  attracted  by  the  notice, 
ensconced  themselves  in  car  Ko.  117.  Passepar- 
tout took  one  of  the  front  seats.  Neither  Mr. 
Fogg  nor  Fix  cared  to  attend. 

At  the  appointed  hour  Elder  "William  Hitch 
rose,  and,  in  an  irritated  voice,  as  if  he  had  already 
been  contradicted,  said: — "I  tell  you  that  Joe 
Smith  is  a  martyr,  that  his  brother  Hiram  is  a 
martyr,  and  that  the  persecutions  of  the  United 
States  government  against  the  prophets  will  also 
make  a  martyr  of  Brigham  Young.  "Who  dares  to 
say  the  contrary  % " 

No  one  ventured  to  gainsay  the  missionary, 
whose  excited  tone  contrasted  curiously  with  his 
naturally  calm  visage.  No  doubt  his  anger  arose 
from  the  hardships  to  which  the  Mormons  were 
actually  subjected.  The  government  had  just  suc- 
ceeded, with  seme  difficulty,  in  reducing  these  in- 
dependent fanatics  to  its  rule.  It  had  made  itself 
master  of  Utah,  and  subjected  that  Territory  to 
the  laws  of  the  Union,  after  imprisoning  Brigham 
Young  on  a   charge   of  rebellion  and  polygamy. 


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The  disciples  of  the  prophet  had  since  redoubled 
their  efforts,  and  resisted,  by  words  at  least,  the 
authority  of  Congress.  Elder  Hitch,  as  is  seen, 
was  trying  to  make  proselytes  on  the  very  railway 
trains. 

Then,  emphasizing  his  words  with  his  loud  voice 
and  frequent  gestures,  he  related  the  history  of 
the  Mormons  from  Biblical  times  :  how  that,  in 
Israel,  a  Mormon  prophet  of  the  tribe  of  Joseph 
published  the  annals  of  the  new  religion,  and  be- 
queathed them  to  his  son  Moroni  ;  how,  many 
centuries  later,  a  translation  of  this  precious  book, 
which  was  written  in  Egyptian,  was  made  by 
Joseph  Smith,  Junior,  a  Vermont  farmer,  who 
revealed  himself  as  a  mystical  prophet  in  1825  ', 
and  how,  in  short,  the  celestial  messenger  ap- 
peared to  him  in  an  illuminated  forest,  and  gave 
him  the  annals  of  the  Lord. 

Several  of  the  audience,  not  being  much  inter- 
ested in  the  missionary's  narrative,  here  left  the 
car  ;  but  Elder  Hitch,  continuing  his  lecture,  re- 
lated how  Smith,  Junior,  with  his  father,  two 
brothers,  and  a  few  disciples,  founded  the  church 
of  the  "  Latter  Day  Saints,"  which,  adopted  not 
only  in  America,  but  in  England,  Norway  and 
Sweden,  and  Germany,  counts  many  artisans,  as 
well  as  men  engaged  in  the  liberal  professions, 
among  its  members ;  how  a  colony  was  established 
in  Ohio,  a  temple  erected  there  at  a  cost  of  two 
hundred  thousand  dollars,  and  a  town  built  at 
Kirkland ;  how  Smith  became  an  enterprising 
banker,  and  received  from  a  simple  mummy  show- 
man a  papyrus  scroll  written  by  Abraham  and 
several  famous  Egyptians. 


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The  Elder's  story  became  somewhat  wearisome, 
and  his  audience  gi'ew  gTadualty  less,  until  it  was 
reduced  to  twenty  passengers.  But  this  did  not 
disconcert  the  enthusiast,  who  proceeded  with  the 
story  of  Joseph  Smith's  bankruptcy  in  1837,  and 
how^  his  ruined  creditors  gave  him  a  coat  of  tar 
and  feathers  ;  his  reappearance  seme  years  after- 
wards, more  honorable  and  honored  than  ever,  at 
Independence,  ]\Iissouri,  the  chief  of  a  flourishing 
colony  of  three  thousand  disciples,  and  his  pur- 
suit thence  by  outraged  Gentiles,  and  retirement 
into  the  far  West. 

Ten  hearers  only  were  now  left,  among  them 
honest  Passepartout,  who  was  listening  with  all 
his  ears.  Thus  he  learned  that,  after  long  persecu- 
tions, Smith  reappeared  in  Illinois,  and  in  1839 
founded  a  community  at  Nauvoo,  on  the  Missis- 
sippi, numbering  twenty-five  thousand  souls,  of 
which  he  became  mayor,  chief  justice,  and  gen- 
eral-m-chief ;  that  he  announced  himself,  in  1843, 
as  a  candidate  for  the  Presidency  of  the  Uoited 
States;  and  that  finally,  being  drawn  into  am- 
buscade at  Carthage,  he  was  thrown  into  prison, 
and  assassinated  by  a  band  of  men  disg-uised  in 
masks. 

Passepartout  was  now  the  only  person  left  in 
the  car,  and  the  Elder,  looking  him  full  in  the 
face,  reminded  him  that,  two  years  after  the  assas- 
sination of  Joseph  Smith,  the  inspired  prophet, 
Brigham  Young,  his  successor,  left  Nauvoo  for 
the  banks  of  the  Great  Salt  Lake,  where,  in  the 
midst  of  that  fertile  region,  directly  on  the  route 
of  the  emigrants  who  crossed  Utah  on  their  way 


21 4     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

to  California,  the  new  colony,  thanks  to  the  polyg- 
amy practised  by  the  Mormons,  had  flourished  be- 
yond expectation. 

"  And  this,"  added  Elder  William  Hitch,  —  "  this 
is  why  the  jealousy  of  Congress  has  been  aroused 
against  us !  Why  have  the  soldiers  of  the  Union 
invaded  the  soil  of  Utah  1  Why  has  Brigham 
Young,  our  chief,  been  imprisoned,  in  contempt  of 
all  justice  %  Shall  we  yield  to  force  %  Never ! 
Driven  from  Vermont,  driven  from  Illinois,  driven 
from  Ohio,  driven  from  Missouri,  driven  from 
Utah,  we  shall  yet  find  some  independent  territory 
on  which  to  plant  our  tents.  And  you,  my  broth- 
er," continued  the  Elder,  fixing  his  angry  eye  upon 
his  single  auditor,  "  will  you  not  plant  yours  there, 
too,  under  the  shadow  of  our  flag  1 " 

"  No  !  "  replied  Passepartout,  courageously,  in 
his  turn  retiring  from  the  car,  and  leaving  the  El- 
der to  preach  to  vacancy. 

During  the  lecture  the  train  had  been  making 
good  progress,  and  towards  half  past  twelve  it 
reached  the  northwest  border  of  the  Great  Salt 
Lake.  Thence  the  passengers  could  observe  the 
vast  extent  of  this  interior  sea,  which  is  also  called 
the  Dead  Sea,  and  into  which  flows  an  American 
Jordan.  It  is  a  picturesque  expanse,  framed  in 
lofty  crags  in  large  strata,  incrusted  with  white 
salt,  —  a  superb  sheet  of  water,  which  was  formerly 
of  larger  extent  than  now,  its  shores  having  en- 
croached with  the  lapse  of  time,  and  thus  at  once 
reduced  its  breadth  and  increased  its  depth. 

The  Salt  Lake,  seventy  miles  long  and  thirty-five 
wide,  is  situated  three  miles  eight  hundred  feet 


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above  the  sea.  Quite  different  from  Lake  Asplial- 
tite,  whose  depression  is  twelve  hundred  feet  below 
the  sea,  it  contains  considerable  salt,  and  one 
quarter  of  the  weight  of  its  water  is  solid  matter, 
its  specific  weight  being  1170,  and,  after  being 
distilled,  1000.  Fishes  are  of  course  unable  to 
live  in  it,  and  those  which  descend  through  the 
Jordan,  the  Weber,  and  other  streams,  soon 
.perish. 

The  country  around  the  lake  was  well  culti- 
vated, for  the  Mormons  are  mostly  farmers ;  while 
ranches  and  pens  for  domesticated  animals,  fields 
of  wheat,  com,  and  other  cereals,  luxiu-iant  prai- 
ries, hedges  of  wild  rose,  clumps  of  acacias  and 
milk-wort,  would  have  been  seen  six  months  later. 
Now  the  ground  was  covered  with  a  thin  powder- 
ing of  snow. 

The  train  reached  Ogden  at  two  o'clock,  where 
it  rested  for  six  hours.  Mr.  Fogg  and  his  party 
had  time  to  pay  a  visit  to  Salt  Lake  City,  con- 
nected with  Ogden  by  a  branch  road  ;  and  they 
spent  two  hours  in  this  strikingly  American  town, 
built  on  the  pattern  of  other  cities  of  the  Union, 
like  a  checker-board,  "with  the  sombre  sadness 
of  right  angles,"  as  Victor  Hugo  expresses  it. 
The  founder  of  the  City  of  the  Saints  could  not 
escape  from  the  taste  for  symmetry  which  distin- 
guishes the  Anglo-Saxons.  In  this  strange  coun- 
\y\,  where  the  people  are  certainly  not  up  to  the 
level  of  their  institutions,  everything  is  done 
"  squarely,"  —  cities,  houses,  and  follies. 

The  travellers,  then,  were  promenading,  at  three 
o'clock,  about   the   streets  of  the  town  built  be- 


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tween  the  banks  of  the  Jordan  and  the  spurs  of 
the  Wahsatch  Range.  Thoy  saw  few  or  no 
churches,  but  the  prophet's  mansion,  the  court- 
house, and  the  arsenal,  blue-brick  houses  with 
verandas  and  porches,  surrounded  by  gardens  bor- 
dered with  acacias,  palms,  and  locusts.  A  clay 
and  pebble  wall,  built  in  1853,  surrounded  the 
town ;  and  in  the  principal  street  were  the  market 
and  several  hotels  adorned  with  pavilions.  The 
place  did  not  seem  thickly  populated.  The  streets 
were  ahuost  deserted,  except  in  the  vicinity  of  the 
Temple,  which  they  only  reached  after  having 
traversed  several  quarters  surrounded  by  pali- 
sades. There  were  many  women,  which  was 
easily  accounted  for  by  the  "  peculiar  institution  " 
of  the  Mormons ;  but  it  must  not  be  supposed 
that  all  the  Mormons  are  polygamists.  They  are 
free  to  marry  or  not,  as  they  please  ;  but  it  is 
worth  noting  that  it  is  mainly  the  female  citizens 
of  Utah  who  are  anxious  to  marry,  as,  according 
to  the  Mormon  religion,  maiden  ladies  are  not  ad- 
mitted to  the  possession  of  its  highest  joys.  These 
poor  creatures  seemed  to  be  neither  well  off  nor 
happy.  Some —  the  more  well-to-do,  no  doubt  — 
wore  short,  open  black  silk  dresses,  under  a  hood 
or  modest  shawl ;  others  were  habited  in  Indian 
fashion. 

Passepartout  could  not  behold  without  a  certain 
fright  these  women,  charged,  in  groups,  with  con- 
ferring happiness  on  a  single  Mormon.  His  com- 
mon-sense pitied,  above  all,  the  husband.  It 
seemed  to  him  a  terrible  thing  to  have  to  guide 
so  many  wives  at  once  across  the  vicissitudes  of 


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life,  and  to  conduct  them,  as  it  were,  in  a  body  to 
the  Mormon  paradise,  with  the  prospect  of  seeing 
them  in  the  company  of  the  glorious  Smith,  who 
doubtless  was  the  chief  ornament  of  that  delight- 
ful place,  to  all  eternity.  He  felt  decidedly 
repelled  from  such  a  vocation,  and  he  imagined  — 
perhaps  he  was  mistaken  —  that  the  fair  ones  of 
Salt  Lake  Cit}^  cast  rather  alarming  glances  on  his 
person.  Happily,  his  stay  there  was  but  brief. 
At  four  the  party  found  themselves  again  at  the 
station,  took  their  places  in  the  train,  and  the 
whistle  sounded  for  starting.  Just  at  the  mo- 
ment, however,  that  the  locomotive  wheels  began 
to  move,  cries  cf  "  Stop  !  stop  !  "  were  heard. 

They  do  not  stop  trains  in  motion.  The  gentle- 
man who  uttered  the  cries  was  evidently  a  belated 
Mormon.  He  was  breathless  with  running.  Hap- 
pily for  him,  the  station  had  neither  gates  nor 
barriers.  He  rushed  along  the  track,  jumped  on 
the  rear  platform  of  the  train,  and  fell  exhausted 
into  one  of  the  seats. 

Passepartout,  who  had  been  anxiously  watching 
this  amateur  gymnast,  approached  him  with  lively 
interest,  and  learned  that  he  had  taken  flight  after 
an  unpleasant  domestic  scene. 

When  the  Mormon  had  recovered  his  breath. 
Passepartout  ventured  to  ask  him  politely  how 
many  wives  he  had  ;  for,  from  the  manner  in  which 
he  had  decamped,  it  might  be  thought  that  he  had 
twenty  at  least. 

"  One,   sir,"  replied   the    Mormon,    raising   his 


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XXVIII. 

IN     WHICH     PASSEPARTOUT     DOES     NOT     SUCCEED     IN 
MAKING   ANYBODY    LISTEN    TO    REASON. 

HE  train,  on  leaving  Great  Salt  Lake  at 
Ogden,  passed  northward  for  an  hoar  as 
far  as  Weber  River,  having  completed 
nearly  nine  hundred  miles  from  San 
Francisco.  From  this  point  it  took  an  easterly 
direction  towards  the  jagged  Wahsatch  Mountains. 
It  was  in  the  section  included  between  this  range 
and  the  Rocky  Mountains  that  the  American  engi- 
neers found  the  most  formidable  difficulties  in  lay- 
ing the  road,  and  that  the  government  granted  a 
subsidy  of  forty-eight  tho\isand  dollars  per  mile, 
instead  of  sixteen  thousand  allowed  for  the  work 
done  on  the  plains.  But  the  engineers,  instead 
of  violating  nature,  avoided  its  difficulties  by  wind- 
ing around,  instead  of  penetrating  the  rocks.  One 
tunnel  only,  fourteen  thousand  feet  in  length, 
was  pierced  in  order  to  arrive  at  the  great  basin. 

The  track  up  to  this  time  had  reached  its  high- 
est elevation  at  the  Great  Salt  Lake.  From  this 
point  it  described  a  long  curve,  descending 
towards  Bitter  Creek  Valley,  to  rise  again  to  the 
dividing  ridge  of  the  waters  between  the  Atlantic 
and  the  Pacific.  There  were  many  creeks  in  this 
mountainous  region,  and  it  was  necessary  to  cross 
Muddy  Creek,  Green  Creek,  and  others,  upon  cul- 
verts. 


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Passepartout  gi'ew  more  and  more  impatient  as 
they  went  on,  while  Fix  longed  to  get  out  of  this 
difficult  region,  and  was  more  anxious  than  Phileas 
Fogg  himself  to  be  beyond  the  danger  of  delays 
and  accidents,  and  set  foot  on  English  soil. 

At  ten  o'clock  at  night  the  train  stopped  at 
Fort  Bridger  station,  and  twenty  minutes  later  en- 
tered Wyoming  Territory,  following  the  valley  of 
Bitter  Creek  throughout.  The  next  day,  Decem- 
ber 7th,  they  stopped  for  a  quarter  of  an  hour  at 
Green  River  station.  Snow  had  fallen  abundantly 
during  the  night,  but,  being  mixed  with  rain,  it  had 
half  melted,  and  did  not  interrupt  their  progress. 
The  bad  weather,  however,  annoyed  Passepartout  ; 
for  the  accumulation  of  snow,  by  blocking  the 
w^ieels  of  the  cars,  would  certainly  have  been  fatal 
to  Mr.  Fogg's  tour. 

"  What  an  idea  !  "  he  said  to  himself.  "  Why  did 
my  master  make  this  journey  in  winter  ]  Could  n't 
he  have  waited  for  the  good  season  to  increase  his 
chances  ? " 

While  the  worthy  Frenchman  was  absorbed  in 
the  state  of  the  sky  and  the  depression  of  the  tem- 
perature, Aouda  was  experiencing  fears  from  a 
totally  different  cause. 

Several  passengers  had  got  off  at  Green  River, 
and  were  walking  up  and  down  the  platforms  ;  and 
among  these  Aouda  recognized  Colonel  Stamp 
Proctor,  the  same  who  had  so  grossly  insulted 
Phileas  Fogg  at  the  San  Francisco  meeting.  Not 
wishing  to  be  recognized,  the  young  woman  drew 
back  from  the  window,  feeling  much  alarm  at 
her   discoverv.      She   was   attached    to   the    man 


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who,  however  coldly,  gave  her  daily  evidences  of 
the  most  absolute  devotion.  She  did  not  compre- 
hend, perhaps,  the  depth  of  the  sentiment  with 
which  her  protector  inspired  her,  which  she  called 
gratitude,  but  which,  though  she  was  unconscious 
of  it,  was  really  more  than  that.  Her  heart  sank 
within  her  when  she  recognized  the  man  whom  Mr. 
Fogg  desired,  sooner  or  later,  to  call  to  account  for 
his  conduct.  Chance  alone,  it  was  clear,  had  brought 
Colonel  Proctor  on  this  train ;  but  there  he  was, 
and  it  was  necessary,  at  all  hazards,  that  Phileas 
Fogg  should  not  perceive  his  adversary'-. 

Aouda  seized  a  moment  when  Mr.  Fogg  was 
asleep,  to  tell  Fix  and  Passepartout  whom  she  had 
seen. 

"  That  Proctor  on  this  train  !  "  cried  Fix.  ''  Well, 
reassure  yourself,  madam  ;  before  he  settles  with 
Mr.  Fogg,  he  has  got  to  deal  with  me  !  It  seems 
to  me  that  I  was  the  more  insulted  of  the  two." 

"And  besides,"  added  Passepartout,  "I '11  take 
charge  of  him,  colonel  as  he  is." 

"Mr.  Fix,"  resumed  Aouda,  "Mr.  Fogg  will 
allow  no  one  to  avenge  him.  He  said  that  he 
would  come  back  to  America  to  find  this  man. 
Should  he  perceive  Colonel  Proctor,  we  could  not 
prevent  a  collision  which  might  have  terrible  re- 
sults.    Then  he  must  not  see  him." 

"  You  are  right,  madam,"  replied  Fix  ;  "  a  meet- 
ing between  them  might  ruin  all.  Whether  he  were 
victorious  or  beaten,  Mr.  Fogg  would  be  delayed, 
and  —  " 

"And,"  added  Passepartout,  "that  would  play 
the  game  of  the  gentlemen  of  the  Reform  Club. 


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In  four  days  we  shall  be  in  New  York,  "Well,  if 
my  master  does  not  leave  this  car  during  those 
four  days,  we  may  hope  that  chance  will  not  bring 
him  face  to  face  with  this  confounded  American. 
We  must,  if  possible,  prevent  his  stinging  out  of 
it." 

The  conversation  dropped.  Mr.  Fogg  had  just 
woke  up,  and  was  looking  out  the  window.  Soon 
after  Passepartout,  without  being  heard  by  his 
master  or  Aouda,  whispered  to  the  detective, 
*'  Would  you  really  fight  for  him  % '' 

"  I  would  do  anything,"  replied  Fix,  in  a  tone 
which  betrayed  determined  will,  "  to  get  him  back, 
living,  to  Europe  !  " 

Passepartout  felt  something  like  a  shudder  shoot 
through  his  frame,  but  his  confidence  in  his  master 
remained  unbroken. 

And  was  there  any  means  of  detaining  Mr.  Fogg 
in  the  car,  to  avoid  a  meeting  between  him  and  the 
Colonel  %  It  ought  not  to  be  a  difficult  task,  since 
that  gentleman  was  naturally  sedentar}^  and  little 
curious.  The  detective,  at  least,  seemed  to  have 
found  a  way ;  for,  after  a  few  moments,  he  said  to 
^Ir.  Fogg,  "  These  are  long  and  slow  hours,  sir, 
that  we  are  passing  on  the  railway." 

"Yes,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg;   "but  they  pass." 

"  You  were  in  the  habit  of  playing  whist,"  re- 
sumed Fix,  "on  the  steamers." 

"  Yes ;  but  it  would  be  difficult  to  (^  so  here. 
I  have  neither  cards  nor  partners." 

"  0,  but  we  can  easily  buy  some  cards,  for  they 
are  sold  on  all  the  American  trains.  And  as  for 
partners,  if  madam  plays  —  " 


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"  Certainly,  sir,"  Aouda  quickly  replied  ;  "  I  un- 
derstand whist.    It  is  part  of  an  English  education." 

"  I  myself  have  some  pretensions  to  playing  a 
good  game.  Well,  here  are  three  of  us,  and  a 
dummy  —  " 

"As  you  please,  sir,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg, 
heartily  glad  to  resume  his  favorite  pastime,  — 
even  on  the  railway. 

Passepartout  was  despatched  in  search  of  the 
steward,  and  soon  returned  with  two  packs  of 
cards,  some  pins,  counters,  and  a  shelf  covered 
with  cloth. 

The  game  commenced.  Aouda  understood  whist 
sufhciently  well,  and  even  received  some  compli- 
ments on  her  playing  from  the  rigorous  Fogg.  As 
for  the  detective,  he  was  simply  an  adept,  and 
worthy  of  being  matched  against  his  present  op- 
ponent. 

"  Now,"  thought  Passepartout,  "  we  've  got  him. 
He  won't  budge." 

At  eleven  in  the  morning  the  train  had  reached 
the  dividing  ridge  of  the  waters  at  Bridger  Pass, 
seven  thousand  five  hundred  and  twenty-four  feet 
above  the  level  of  the  sea,  one  of  the  highest  points 
attained  by  the  track  in  crossing  the  Rocky  Moun- 
tains. After  going  about  two  hundred  miles,  the 
travellers  at  last  found  themselves  on  one  of  those 
vast  plains  which  extend  to  the  Atlantic,  and  which 
nature  has  made  so  propitious  for  laying  the  iron 
road. 

On  the  declivity  of  the  Atlantic  basin  the  first 
streams,  branches  of  the  North  Platte  River,  al- 
ready appeared.     The  whole  northern  and  eastern 


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horizon  was  bounded  by  the  immense,  semicircu- 
lar curtain  which  is  formed  by  the  southern  por- 
tion of  the  Kocky  Mountains,  the  highest  being 
Laramie  Peak.  Between  this  and  the  railway  ex- 
tended vast  plains,  plentifully  irrigated.  On  the 
right  rose  the  lower  spurs  of  the  mountainous  mass 
which  extends  southward  to  the  sources  of  the 
Arkansas  River,  one  of  the  great  tributaries  of  the 
Missouri. 

At  half  past  twelve  the  travellers  caught  sight 
for  an  instant  of  Fort  Halleck,  which  commands 
that  section  ;  and  in  several  hours  more  the  Rocky 
Mountains  were  crossed.  There  was  reason  to 
hope,  then,  that  no  accident  would  mark  the  jour- 
ney through  this  difficult  country.  The  snow  had 
ceased  falling,  and  the  air  became  crisp  and  cold. 
Large  birds,  frightened  b}^  the  locomotive,  rose 
and  flew  off  in  the  distance.  No  wild  beasts  ap- 
peared on  the  plain.  It  was  a  desert  in  its  vast 
nakedness. 

After  a  comfortable  breakfast,  served  in  the  car, 
Mr.  Fogg  and  his  partners  had  just  resumed  whist, 
when  a  violent  whistling  was  heard,  and  the  train 
stopped.  Passepartout  put  his  head  out  the  door, 
but  saw  nothing  to  cause  the  delay;  no  station 
■was  in  view. 

Aouda  and  Fix  feared  that  Mr.  Fogg  might  take 
it  into  his  head  to  get  out ;  but  that  gentleman 
contented  himself  with  saying  to  his  servant,  "  See 
what  the  matter  is." 

Passepartout  rushed  out  of  the  car.  Thirty  or 
forty  passengers  had  already  descended,  among 
them  Colonel  Stamp  Proctor. 


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The  train  had  stopped  before  a  red  signal  whicTi 
blocked  the  way.  The  engineer  and  conductor 
were  talking  excitedly  with  a  signal-man,  whom 
the  station-master  at  Medicine  Bow,  the  next  stop- 
ping-place, had  sent  on  before.  The  passengers 
drew  around  and  took  part  in  the  discussion,  in 
which  Colonel  Proctor,  with  his  insolent  manner, 
was  conspicuous. 

Passepartout,  joining  the  group,  heard  the  signal- 
man say,  "No,  there's  no  way  to  pass.  The 
bridge  at  Medicine  Bow  is  shaky,  and  would  not 
bear  the  weight  of  the  train." 

This  was  a  suspension-bridge  thrown  over  some 
rapids,  about  a  mile  from  the  place  where  they  now 
were.  According  to  the  signal-man,  it  was  in  a  ruin- 
ous condition,  several  of  the  iron  wires  being  bro- 
ken ;  and  it  was  impossible  to  risk  the  passage.  He 
did  not  exaggerate  the  condition  of  the  bridge  ;  and, 
besides,  it  might  be  taken  for  granted  that,  rash  as 
the  Americans  usually  were,  when  they  were  pru- 
dent there  was  good  reason  for  it. 

Passepartout,  not  daring  to  apprise  his  master 
of  what  he  heard,  listened  with  set  teeth,  immov- 
able as  a  statue. 

"Hum!"  cried  Colonel  Proctor;  "but  we  are 
not  going  to  stay  here,  I  imagine,  and  take  root  in 
the  snow  1 " 

"  Colonel,"  replied  the  conductor,  "  we  have  tel- 
egraphed to  Omaha  for  a  train,  but  it  is  not  likely 
that  it  will  reach  Medicine  Bow  in  less  than  six 
hours." 

"  Six  hours  !  "  cried  Passepartout. 

"  Certainly,"  returned  the  conductor.     "  Besides, 


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it  will  take  us  as  long  as  that  to  reach  Medicine 
Bow  on  foot." 

"  But  it  is  only  a  mile  from  here,"  said  one  of 
the  passengers. 

"  Yes,  but  it 's  on  the  other  side  of  the  river." 

"  And  can't  we  cross  that  in  a  boat  1 "  asked  the 
Colonel. 

*'  That 's  impossible.  The  creek  is  swelled  by 
the  rains.  It  is  a  rapid,  and  we  shall  have  to  make 
a  circuit  of  ten  miles  to  the  north  to  find  a  ford." 

The  Colonel  launched  a  volley  of  oaths,  denoun- 
cing the  railway  company  and  the  conductor  ;  and 
Passepartout,  who  was  furious,  was  not  disinclined 
to  make  common  cause  with  him.  Here  was  an 
obstacle,  indeed,  which  all  his  master's  bank-notes 
could  not  remove. 

There  was  a  general  disappointment  among  the 
passengers,  who,  without  reckoning  the  delay,  saw 
themselves  compelled  to  trudge  fifteen  miles  over 
a  plain  covered  with  snow.  They  grumbled  and 
exclaimed,  and  w^ould  certainly  have  thus  attracted 
Phileas  Fogg's  attention,  if  he  had  not  been  com- 
pletely absorbed  in  his  game. 

Passepartout  found  that  he  could  not  avoid  tell- 
ing his  master  what  had  occurred,  and  with  hang- 
ing head  he  was  turning  towards  the  car,  when 
the  engineer  —  a  true  Yankee,  named  Forster  — 
called  out,  "  Gentlemen,  perhaps  there  is  a  way, 
after  all,  to  get  over." 

"  On  the  bridge  1 "  asked  a  passenger. 

''  On  the  bridge." 

"  With  our  train  ] " 

"  With  our  train." 

10*  o 


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Passepartout  stopped  short,  and  eagerly  listened 
to  the  engineer. 

"But  the  bridge  is  unsafe,"  urged  the  con- 
ductor. 

"  No  matter,"  replied  Forster ;  "  I  think  that  by 
putting  on  the  very  highest  speed  we  might  have 
a  chance  of  getting  over." 

"  The  devil !  "  muttered  Passepartout. 

But  a  number  of  the  passengers  were  at  once 
attracted  by  the  engineer's  proposal,  and  Colonel 
Proctor  was  especially  delighted,  and  found  the 
plan  a  very  feasible  one.  He  told  stories  about 
engineers  leaping  their  trains  over  rivers  without 
bridges,  by  putting  on  full  steam ;  and  many  of 
those  present  avowed  themselves  of  the  engineer's 
mind. 

"  We  have  fifty  chances  out  of  a  hundred  of 
getting  over,"  said  one. 

"  Eighty  !  ninety  !  " 

Passepartout  was  astounded,  and,  though  ready 
to  attempt  anything  to  get  over  Medicine  Creek, 
thought  the  experiment  proposed  a  little  too  Ameri- 
can. "Besides,"  thought  he,  "  there  's  a  still  more 
simple  way,  and  it  does  not  even  occur  to  any  of 
these  people  !  Sir,"  said  he  aloud  to  one  of  the 
passengers,  "  the  engineer's  plan  seems  to  me  a 
little  dangerous,  but  —  " 

"  Eighty  chances  !  "  replied  the  passenger,  turn- 
ing his  back  on  him. 

"  I  know  it,"  said  Passepartout,  turning  to  an- 
other passenger,  "  but  a  simple  idea  —  " 

"  Ideas  are  no  use,"  returned  the  American, 
shrugging  his  shoulders,  "  as  the  engineer  assures 
us  that  we  can  pass." 


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"  Doubtless,"  urged  Passepartout,  "  we  can  pass, 
but  perhaps  it  would  be  more  prudent  —  " 

"  What  !  Prudent !  "  cried  Colonel  Proctor, 
whom  this  word  seemed  to  excite  prodigiously. 
"  At  full  speed,  don't  you  see,  at  full  speed  ! " 

"■  I  know  —  I  see,"  repeated  Passepartout ;  "  but 
it  would  be,  if  not  more  prudent,  since  that  word 
displeases  you,  at  least  more  natural  —  " 

"  Who  !  What !  What  's  the  matter  with  this 
fellow  ]  "  cried  several. 

The  poor  fellow  did  not  know  to  whom  to  ad- 
dress himself. 

"  Are  you  afraid  '?  "  asked  Colonel  Proctor. 

"  I  afraid  !  Very  well ;  I  will  show  these  peo- 
ple that  a  Frenchman  can  be  as  American  as 
they  :  " 

"All  aboard  !  "  cried  the  conductor. 

"  Yes,  all  aboard  !  "  repeated  Passepartout,  "and 
immediately  !  But  they  can't  prevent  me  from 
thinking  that  it  would  be  more  natural  for  us  to 
cross  the  bridge  on  foot,  and  let  the  train  come 
after  !  " 

But  no  one  heard  this  sage  reflection,  nor  would 
any  one  have  acknowledged  its  justice.  The  pas- 
sengers resumed  their  places  in  the  cars.  Passe- 
partout took  his  seat  without  telling  what  had 
passed.  The  whist-players  were  quite  absorbed  in 
their  game. 

The  locomotive  whistled  vigorously  ;  the  engi- 
neer, reversing  the  steam,  backed  the  train  for 
nearly  a  mile,  — retiring,  like  a  jumper,  in  order 
to  take  a  longer  leap.  Then,  with  another  whistle 
he  began  to  move  forward  ;  the  train  increased  its 


228     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

speed,  and  soon  its  rapidity  became  frightful  ;  a 
prolonged  screech  issued  from  the  locomotive  ;  the 
piston  worked  up  and  down  twenty  strokes  to  the 
second.  They  perceived  that  the  whole  train, 
rushing  on  at  the  rate  of  a  hundred  miles  an  hour, 
hardly  bore  upon  the  rails  at  all. 

And  they  passed  over  !  It  was  like  a  flash.  No 
one  saw  the  bridge.  The  train  leaped,  so  to  speak, 
from  one  bank  to  the  other,  and  the  engineer  could 
not  stop  it  until  it  had  gone  five  miles  beyond  the 
station.  But  scarcely  had  the  train  passed  the 
river,  when  the  bridge,  already  dilapidated,  fell 
with  a  crash  into  the  rapids  of  Medicine  Bow. 


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XXIX. 

IN  WHICH  CERTAIN  INCIDENTS  ARE  NARRATED  WHICH 
ARE  ONLY  TO  BE  MET  WITH  ON  AMERICAN  RAIL- 
ROADS. 

f^^^^HE  train  pursued  its  course,  that  evening, 
I^JJ^^I  without  interruption,  passing  Fort  Saun- 
j^^l^^j  ders,  crossing  Cheyene  Pass,  and  reaching 
'  '  Evans  Pass.  The  road  here  attained  the 
highest  elevation  of  the  journey,  eight  thousand  and 
ninety-one  feet  above  the  level  of  the  sea.  The 
travellers  had  now  only  to  descend  to  the  Atlantic 
by  limitless  plains,  levelled  by  nature.  A  branch 
of  the  "  grand  trunk  ''  led  off  southward  to  Denver, 
the  capital  of  Colorado.  The  countrj^  round  about 
is  rich  in  gold  and  silver,  and  more  than  fifty 
thousand  inhabitants  are  already  settled  there. 

Thirteen  hundred  and  eighty-two  miles  had 
been  passed  over  from  San  Francisco,  in  three 
days  and  three  nights  ;  four  days  and  nights  more 
would  probably  bring  them  to  New  York.  Phileas 
Fogg  was  not  as  yet  behindhand. 

During  the  night  Camp  Walbach  was  passed  on 
the  left ;  Lodge  Pole  Creek  ran  parallel  with  the 
road,  marking  the  boundary  between  the  Territories 
of  Wyoming  and  Colorado.  They  entered  Ne- 
braska at  eleven,  passing  near  Sedgwick,  and 
touching  at  Julesburg,  on  the  southern  branch  of 
the  Platte  River. 


230     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Evjhty  Bays, 

I':  was  here  that  the  Union  Pacific  Railroad 
was  inaugurated  on  the  23d  of  October,  1867, 
by  the  chief-engineer,  General  Dodge.  Two  pow- 
erful locomotives,  carrying  nine  cars  of  invited 
guests,  among  whom  was  Thomas  C.  Durant,  vice- 
president  of  the  road,  stopped  at  tliis  point ; 
cheers  were  given,  the  Sioux  and  Pawnees  per- 
formed an  imitation  Indian  battle,  fire-works  were 
let  off,  and  the  first  number  of  the  "Railway  Pio- 
neer "  was  printed  by  a  press  brought  on  the  train. 
Thus  was  celebrated  the  inauguration  of  this  great 
railroad,  a  mighty  instrument  of  progress  and 
civihzation,  thrown  across  the  desert,  and  destined 
to  link  together  cities  and  towns  which  do  not  yet 
exist.  The  whistle  of  the  locomotive,  more  pow- 
erful than  Amphion's  lyre,  was  about  to  bid  them 
rise  from  American  soil. 

Fort  McPherson  was  left  behind  at  eight  in 
the  morning,  and  three  hundred  and  fifty-seven 
miles  had  yet  to  be  traversed  before  reaching 
Omaha.  The  road  followed  the  capricious  wind- 
ings of  the  southern  branch  of  the  Platte  River, 
on  its  left  bank.  At  nine  the  train  stopped  at  the 
important  town  of  North  Platte,  built  between  the 
two  arras  of  the  river,  which  rejoin  each  other 
around  it  and  form  a  single  artery,  —  a  large  tribu- 
tary whose  waters  empty  into  the  Missouri  a  little 
above  Omaha. 

The  one  hundred  and  first  meridian  was  passed. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  his  partners  had  resumed  tlieir 
game  ;  no  one  —  not  even  the  dummy  —  com- 
plained of  the  length  of  the  trip.  Fix  had  begun 
by  winning  several  guineas,  which  he  seemed  likely 


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to  lose ;  but  he  showed  himself  a  not  less  eager 
whist-player  than  Mr.  Fogg.  During  the  morning, 
chance  distinctly  favored  that  gentleman.  Trumps 
and  honors  were  showered  upon  his  hands. 

Once,  having  resolved  on  a  bold  stroke,  he  was 
on  the  point  of  playing  a  spade,  when  a  voice  be- 
hind him  said,  "  I  should  play  a  diamond." 

Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda,  and  Fix  raised  their  heads, 
and  beheld  Colonel  Proctor. 

Stamp  Proctor  and  Phileas  Fogg  recognized  each 
other  at  once. 

"  Ah  !  it 's  you,  is  it.  Englishman  ] "  cried  the  Col- 
onel ;  "  it 's  you  who  are  going  to  play  a  spade  I  "■ 

"  And  who  plays  it,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  coolly, 
throwing  down  the  ten  of  spades. 

"  Well,  it  pleases  me  to  have  it  diamonds,"'  re- 
plied Colonel  Proctor,  in  an  insolent  tone. 

He  made  a  movement  as  if  to  seize  the  card 
which  had  just  been  played,  adding,  "  You  don't 
understand  anything  about  whist." 

"  Perhaps  I  do,  as  well  as  another,"  said  Phileas 
Fogg,  rising. 

"  You  have  only  to  try,  son  of  John  Bull,"  re- 
plied the  Colonel. 

Aouda  turned  pale,  and  her  blood  ran  cold. 
She  seized  Mr.  Fogg's  arm,  and  gently  pnlled  him 
back.  Passepartout  was  ready  to  pounce  upon  the 
American,  who  was  staring  insolently  at  his  oppo- 
nent. But  Fix  got  up,  and  going  to  Colonel  Proc- 
tor, said,  "  You  forget  that  it  is  I  with  whom  you 
have  to  deal,  sir ;  for  it  was  I  whom  you  not  only 
insulted,  but  struck  !  " 

"  Mr.   Fix,"  said   Mr.    Fogg,   "  pardon  me,  but 


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this  affair  is  mine,  and  mine  only.  The  Colonel 
has  again  insulted  me,  by  insisting  that  I  should 
not  play  a  spade,  and  he  shall  give  me  satisfaction 
for  it." 

"  When  and  where  you  will,"  replied  the  Ameri- 
can, "  and  with  whatever  weapon  you  choose." 

Aouda  in  vain  attempted  to  retain  Mr.  Fogg ; 
as  vainly  did  the  detective  endeavor  to  make  the 
quarrel  his.  Passepartout  wished  to  throw  the 
Colonel  out  the  door,  but  a  sign  from  his  master 
checked  him.  Phileas  Fogg  left  the  car,  and  the 
American  followed  him  upon  the  platform. 

"  Sir,"  said  Mr.  Fogg  to  his  adversary,  "  I  am 
in  a  great  hurry  to  get  back  to  Europe,  and  any 
delay  whatever  will  be  greatly  to  my  disadvan- 
tage." 

"Well,  what's  that  to  mel"  replied  Colonel 
Proctor. 

''Sir,"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  very  politely,  "after  our 
meeting  at  San  Francisco,  I  determined  to  return 
to  America  and  find  you  as  soon  as  1  had  com- 
pleted the  business  which  called  me  to  England." 

"  Really  !  " 

"Will  you  appoint  a  meeting  for  six  months 
hence  1 " 

"  Why  not  ten  years  hence  1 " 

"I  say  six  months,"  returned  Phileas  Fogg, 
"  and  I  shall  be  at  the  place  of  meeting  promptly." 

"All  this  is  an  evasion,"  cried  Stamp  Proctor. 
"  Now  or  never  !  '*■ 

"Very  good.     You  are  going  to  New  Yorkl" 

"No." 

"  To  Chicao-o  1 " 


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*'■  No." 

*' To  Omaha?" 

"What  difference  is  it  to  you]  Do  you  know 
Plum  Creek  % " 

"  No,"  rephed  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  It 's  the  next  station.  The  train  will  be  there 
in  an  hour,  and  will  stop  there  ten  minutes.  In 
ten  minutes,  several  revolver-shots  could  be  ex- 
changed." 

" Very  well,"  said  Mr.  Fogg.  ''I  will  stop  at 
Plum  Creek." 

"  And  I  g-uess  you  '11  stay  there,  too,"  added  the 
American,  insolently. 

''Who  knows  1"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  returning  to 
the  car  as  coolly  as  usual.  He  began  to  reassure 
Aouda,  telling  her  that  blusterers  were  never  to 
be  feared  ;  and  begged  Fix  to  be  his  second  at  the 
approaching  duel,  a  request  which  the  detective 
could  not  refuse.  Mr.  Fogg  resumed  the  inter- 
rupted game  with  perfect  calmness. 

At  eleven  o'clock  the  locomotive's  whistle  an- 
nounced that  they  were  approaching  Plum  Creek 
station.  Mr.  Fogg  rose,  and,  followed  by  Fix, 
went  out  upon  the  platform.  Passepartout  accom- 
panied him,  carrying  a  pair  of  revolvers.  Aouda 
remained  in  the  car,  as  pale  as  death. 

The  door  of  the  next  car  opened,  and  Colonel 
Proctor  appeared  on  the  platform,  attended  by  a 
Yankee  of  his  own  stamp  as  his  second.  But  just 
a.s  the  combatants  were  about  to  step  from  the 
train,  the  conductor  hurried  up,  and  shouted, 
"  You  can't  get  off,  gentlemen  I  " 

"  Why  not  ]  "  asked  the  Colonel. 


234     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighti/  Days. 

"  We  are  twenty  minutes  late,  and  we  shall  not 
stop." 

''  But  I  am  going  to  fight  a  duel  with  this  gen- 
tbman." 

"  I  am  sorry,"  said  the  conductor,  "  but  we  shall 
be  off  at  once.     There  's  the  bell  ringing  now." 

The  train  started. 

"I'm  really  very  sorry,  gentlemen,"  said  the 
conductor.  "  Under  any  other  circumstances  I 
should  have  been  happy  to  oblige  you.  But,  after 
all,  as  you  have  not  had  time  to  fight  here,  why 
not  fight  as  we  go  along  % " 

"  That  would  n't  be  convenient,  perhaps,  for 
this  gentleman,"  said  the  Colonel,  in  a  jeering 
tone. 

"  It  Avould  be  perfectly  so,"  replied  Phileas 
Foo^o-. 

"  Well,  we  are  really  in  America,"  thought  Pas- 
separtout, "  and  the  conductor  is  a  gentleman  of 
the  first  order  !  " 

So  muttering,  he  followed  his  master. 

The  two  combatants,  their  seconds,  and  the  con- 
ductor passed  through  the  cars  to  the  rear  of  the 
train.  The  last  car  was  only  occupied  by  a  dozen 
passengers,  whom  the  conductor  politely  asked  if 
they  would  not  be  so  kind  as  to  leave  it  vacant  for 
a  few  moments,  as  two  gentlemen  had  an  affair  of 
honor  to  settle.  The  passengers  granted  the 
request  with  alacrity,  and  straightway  disappeared 
on  the  platform. 

The  car,  which  was  some  fifty  feet  long,  was 
very  convenient  for  their  purpose.  The  adversa- 
ries might  march  on  each  other  in  the  aisle,  and 


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fire  at  their  ease.  Never  was  duel  more  easily 
arranged.  Mr.  Fogg  and  Colonel  Proctor,  each  pro- 
vided with  two  six-barrelled  revolvers,  entered  the 
car.  The  seconds,  remaining  outside,  shut  them 
in.  They  were  to  begin  firing  at  the  first  whistle 
of  the  locomotive.  After  an  interval  of  two  min- 
utes, what  remained  of  the  two  gentlemen  would 
be  taken  from  the  car. 

Nothing  could  be  more  simple.  Indeed,  it  was 
all  so  simple  that  Fix  and  Passepartout  felt 
their  hearts  beating  as  if  they  would  crack.  They 
were  listening  for  the  whistle  agreed  upon,  when 
suddenh^  savage  cries  resounded  in  the  air,  accom- 
panied by  reports  which  certainly  did  not  issue 
from  the  car  whei'e  the  duellists  were.  The  reports 
continued  in  front  and  the  whole  length  of  the 
train.  Cries  of  terror  proceeded  from  the  interior 
of  the  cars. 

Colonel  Proctor  and  ]\Ir.  Fogg,  revolvers  in 
hand,  hastily  quitted  their  prison,  and  rushed  for- 
ward where  the  noise  was  most  clamorous.  They 
then  perceived  that  the  train  was  attacked  by  a 
band  of  Sioux. 

This  was  not  the  first  attempt  of  these  daring 
Indians,  for  more  than  once  they  had  waylaid 
trains  on  the  road.  A  hundred  of  them  had, 
according  to  their  habit,  jumped  upon  the  steps 
without  stopping  the  train,  with  the  ease  of  a 
clown  mounting  a  horse  at  full  gallop. 

The  Sioux  were  armed  with  guns,  from  which 
came  the  reports,  to  which  the  passengers,  who 
were  almost  all  armed,  responded  by  revolver- 
shots. 


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The  Indians  had  first  mounted  the  engine,  and 
iialf  stnnned  the  engineer  and  stoker  with  blows 
from  their  muskets.  A  Sioux  chief,  wishing  to 
stop  the  train,  but  not  knowing  how  to  w^ork  the 
regulator,  had  opened  wide  instead  of  closing  the 
steam-valve,  and  the  locomotive  was  plunging  for- 
ward with  terrific  velocity. 

The  Sioux  had  at  the  same  time  invaded  the 
cars,  skipping  lil^e  enraged  monkeys  over  the  roofs, 
thrusting  open  the  doors,  and  fighting  hand  to 
hand  with  the  passengers.  Penetrating  the  bag- 
gage-car, they  pillaged  it,  throwing  the  trunks  out 
of  the  train.      The  cries  and  shots  were  constant. 

The  travellers  defended  themselves  bravely ; 
some  of  the  cars  were  barricaded,  and  sustained  a 
siege,  like  moving  forts,  carried  along  at  a  speed 
of  a  hundred  miles  an  hour. 

Aouda  behaved  courageously  from  the  first. 
She  defended  herself,  like  a  true  heroine,  with  a  re- 
volver, which  she  shot  through  the  broken  windows 
whenever  a  savage  made  his  appearance.  Twenty 
Sioux  had  fallen  mortally  wounded  to  the  ground, 
and  the  wheels  crushed  those  who  fell  upon  the 
rails  as  if  they  had  been  worms.  Several  passen- 
gers, shot  or  stunned,  lay  on  the  seats. 

It  was  necessary  to  put  an  end  to  the  struggle, 
which  had  lasted  for  ten  minutes,  and  which  would 
result  in  the  triumph  of  the  Sioux  if  the  train  was 
not  stopped.  Fort  Kearney  station,  where  there 
was  a  garrison,  was  only  two  miles  distant ;  but, 
that  once  passed,  the  Sioux  would  be  masters  of 
the  train  between  Fort  Kearney  and  the  station 
bevond. 


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The  conductor  was  fighting  beside  Mr.  Fogg, 
when  he  was  shot  and  fell.  At  the  same  moment 
he  cried,  "  Unless  the  train  is  stopped  in  five  min- 
utes, we  are  lost ! " 

"  It  shall  be  stopped,"  said  Phileas  Fogg,  pre- 
paring to  nish  from  the  car. 

*'  Stay,  monsieur,"  cried  Passepartout ;  "  I  will 
go." 

Mr.  Fogg  had  not  time  to  stop  the  brave  fellovf, 
who,  opening  a  door  unperceived  by  the  Indians, 
succeeded  in  slipping  under  the  car ;  and  while 
the  struggle  continued,  and  the  balls  whizzed 
across  each  other  over  his  head,  he  made  use  of 
his  old  clownish  experience,  and  with  amazing 
agility  worked  his  way  under  the  cars,  holding  on 
to  the  chains,  aiding  himself  by  the  brakes  and 
edges  of  the  sashes,  creeping  from  one  car  to 
another  with  marvellous  skill,  and  thus  gaining  the 
forward  end  of  the  train. 

There,  suspended  by  one  hand  between  the  bag- 
gage-car and  the  tender,  with  the  other  he  loosened 
the  safety  chains;  but,  owing  to  the  traction,  he 
w^ould  never  have  succeeded  in  unscrewing  the 
yoking-bar,  had  not  a  violent  concussion  jolted 
this  bar  out.  The  train,  now  detached  from  the 
engine,  remained  a  little  behind,  whilst  the  loco- 
motive rushed  forward  with  increased  speed. 

Carried  on  by  the  force  already  acquired,  the 
train  still  moved  for  several  minutes ;  but  the 
brakes  were  worked,  and  at  last  they  stopped,  less 
than  a  hundred  feet  from  Kearney  station. 

The  soldiers  of  the  fort,  attracted  by  the  shots, 
hurried  up  ;  the  Sioux  had  not  expected  them,  and 


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decamped    in    a   body   before   tbe    train    entirely 
stopped. 

But  when  the  passengers  counted  each  other  on 
the  station  platform,  several  were  found  missing  ; 
among  others  the  courageous  Frenchman,  whose 
devotion  had  just  saved  them. 


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XXX. 

IN    WHICH    PHILEAS    FOGG    SIMPLY    DOES    HIS    DUTY. 


Ij.HREE  passengers,  —  including  Passepar- 
[^y  tout,  —  had  disappeared.  Had  thej  been 
^^^j  killed  in  the  struggle  1  "Were  they  tak- 
'-- —  en  prisoners  by  the  Sioux  ]  It  was  im- 
possible to  tell. 

There  were  many  wounded,  but  none  mortally. 
Colonel  Proctor  was  one  of  the  most  seriously  hurt ; 
he  had  fought  bravely,  and  a  ball  had  entered  his 
groin.  He  was  carried  into  the  station  with  the 
other  wounded  passengers,  to  receive  such  atten- 
tion as  could  be  of  avail. 

Aouda  was  safe ;  and  Phileas  Fogg,  who  had 
been  in  the  thickest  of  the  fight,  had  not  received 
a  scratch.  Fix  was  slightly  wounded  in  the  arm. 
But  Passepartout  was  not  to  be  found,  and  tears 
coursed  down  Aouda's  cheeks. 

All  the  passengers  had  got  out  of  the  train,  the 
wheels  of  which  were  stained  with  blood.  From 
the  hubs  and  spokes  hung  ragged  pieces  of  flesh. 
As  far  as  eye  could  reach  on  the  white  plain 
behind,  red  trails  were  visible.  The  last  ISioux 
were  disappearing  in  the  south,  along  the  banks 
of  Pvepublican  River. 

Mr.  Fogg,  with  folded  arms,  remained  motion- 
less. He  had  a  serious  decision  to  make.  Aouda, 
standing  near  him,  looked  at  him  without  speak- 
ing, and  he  understood  her  look.     If  his  servant 


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was  a  prisoner,  ought,  he  not  to  risk  everything  to 
rescue  him  from  the  Indians'?  "I  will  find  him, 
living  or  dead,"  said  he  quietly  to  Aouda. 

"Ah,  Mr.  — Mr.  Fogg  !  "  cried  she,  clasping  his 
hands  and  covering  them  with  tears. 

"  Living,"  added  Mr.  Fogg,  "  if  we  do  not  lose 
a  moment !  " 

Phileas  Fogg,  by  this  resolution,  inevitably 
sacrificed  himself;  he  pronounced  his  own  doom. 
The  delay  of  a  single  day  would  make  him  lose 
the  steamer  at  New  York,  and  his  bet  would  be 
certainly  lost.  But,  as  he  thought,  "  It  is  my 
duty,"  he  did  not  hesitate. 

The  commanding  officer  of  Fort  Kearney  was 
there.  A  hundred  of  his  soldiers  had  placed 
themselves  in  a  position  to  defend  the  station, 
should   the  Sioux  attack  it. 

"  Sir,"  said  Mr.  Fogg  to  the  captain,  "  three 
passengers  have  disappeared." 

"  Dead  ? "  asked  the  captain. 

"  Dead  or.  prisoners ;  that  is  the  uncertainty 
which  must  be  solved.  Do  you  propose  to  pursue 
the  Sioux  ] " 

*'  That's  a  serious  thing  to  do,  sir,"  returned  the 
captain.  "  These  Indians  may  retreat  beyond  the 
Arkansas,  and  I  cannot  leave  the  fort  unpro- 
tected." 

"  The  lives  of  three  men  are  in  question,  sir," 
said  Phileas  Fogg. 

"  Doubtless ;  but  can  I  risk  the  lives  of  fifty 
men  to  save  three  1" 

"  I  don't  know^  whether  you  can,  sir ;  but  you 
ought  to  do  so." 


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"Nobody  here,"  returned  the  other,  "has  a 
right  to  teach  me  my  duty." 

"  Very  well,"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  coldly.  "  I  will  go 
alone." 

"You,  sir  !  "  cried  Fix  coming  up  ;  "you  go  alone 
in  pursuit  of  the  Indians  V 

"  Would  you  haye  me  leaye  this  poor  fellow  to 
perish,  —  him  to  whom  every  one  present  owes  his 
life?     I  shall  go." 

"  No,  sir,  you  shall  not  go  alone,"  cried  the  cap- 
tain, touched  in  spite  of  himself.  "  No  I  3'ou  are 
a  braye  man.  Thirty  volunteers  I  "  he  added,  turn- 
ing to  the  soldiers. 

The  whole  company  started  forward  at  once. 
The  captain  had  only  to  pick  his  men.  Thirty 
were  chosen,  and  an  old  sergeant  placed  at  their 
head. 

"  Thanks,  captain,"  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  "Will  you  let  me  go  with  you  *? "  asked  Fix. 

"  Do  as  you  please,  sir.  But  if  you  wish  to  do 
me  a  fayor,  you  will  remain  with  Aouda.  In  case 
anything  should  happen  to  me  —  " 

A  sudden  pallor  overspread  the  detective's  face. 
Separate  himself  from  the  man  whom  he  had  so 
persistently  followed  step  by  step  !  Leave  him  to 
wander  about  in  this  desert  I  Fix  gazed  atten- 
tively at  Mr.  Fogg,  and,  despite  his  suspicions  and 
of  the  struggle  which  was  going  on  within  him,  he 
lowered  his  eyes  before  that  calm  and  frank  look. 

"  I  will  stay,"  said  he. 

A  few  moments  after,  Mr.  Fogg  pressed  the 
young  woman's  liand,  and,  having  confided  to  her 
his  precious  carpet-bag,  went  oft'  with  the  sergeant 
11  p 


242      The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

and  his  little  squad.  But,  before  going,  he  had 
said  to  the  soldiers,  "  My  friends,  I  will  divide  five 
thousand  dollars  among  you,  if  we  save  the  pris- 
oners." 

It  was  then  a  little  past  noon. 

Aouda  retired  to  a  waiting-room,  and  there  she 
waited  alone,  thinking  of  the  simple  and  noble 
generosity,  the  tranquil  courage,  of  Phileas  Fogg. 
He  had  sacrificed  his  fortune,  and  was  now  risking 
his  life,  all  without  hesitation,  from  duty,  in 
silence. 

Fix  did  not  have  the  same  thoughts,  and  could 
scarcely  conceal  his  agitation.  He  walked  fever- 
ishly up  and  down  the  platform,  but  soon  resinned 
his  outward  composure.  He  now  saw  the  folly  of 
which  he  had  been  guilty  in  letting  Fogg  go  alone. 
What !  This  man,  whom  he  had  just  followed 
around  the  world,  was  permitted  now  to  separate 
himself  from  him  !  He  began  to  accuse  and  abuse 
himself,  and,  as  if  he  were  director  of  jDolice,  ad- 
ministered to  himself  a  sound  lecture  for  his 
greenness. 

"  I  have  been  an  idiot  !  "  he  thought,  "  and 
this  man  will  see  it.  He  has  gone,  and  won't  come 
back  !  But  how  is  it  that  I,  Fix,  who  have  in  my 
pocket  a  warrant  for  his  arrest,  have  been  so  fas- 
cinated by  him  ]  Decidedly,  I  am  nothing  but  an 
ass  !  " 

So  reasoned  the  detective,  while  the  hours  crept 
by  all  too  slowly.  He  did  not  know  what  to  do. 
Sometimes  he  was  tempted  to  tell  Aouda  all  ; 
but  he  could  not  doubt  how  the  young  woman 
would  receive  his  confidences.    What  course  should 


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he  take  ]  He  thought  of  pursuing  Fogg  across  the 
vast  white  plains  ;  it  did  not  seem  impossible  that 
he  might  overtake  him.  Footsteps  were  easily 
printed  on  the  snow  !  But  soon,  under  a  new  sheet, 
every  imprint  would  he  effaced. 

Fix  became  discouraged.  He  felt  a  sort  of  in- 
surmountable longing  to  abandon  the  game  alto- 
gether. He  could  now  leave  Fort  Kearney  station, 
and  pursue  his  journey  homeward  in  peace. 

Towards  two  o'clock  in  the  afternoon,  while  it 
was  snowing  hard,  long  whistles  were  heard  ap- 
proaching from,  the  east.  A  great  shadow,  pre- 
ceded by  a  wild  light,  slowly  advanced,  appearing 
still  larger  through  the  mist,  which  gave  it  a  fan- 
tastic aspect.  Xo  train  was  expected  from  the  east, 
neither  had  there  been  time  for  the  succor  asked 
for  by  telegraph  to  arrive ;  the  train  from  Omaha 
to  San  Francisco  was  not  due  till  the  next  day. 
The  mystery  was  soon  explained. 

The  locomotive,  which  was  slowly  approaching 
with  deafening  whistles,  was  that  which,  having 
been  detached  from  the  train,  had  continued  its 
route  with  such  terrific  rapidity,  carrying  off  the 
unconscious  engineer  and  stoker.  It  had  run  sev- 
eral miles,  when,  the  fire  becoming  low  for  want  of 
fuel,  the  steam  had  slackened  ;  and  it  had  finally 
stopped  an  hour  after,  some  twenty  miles  beyond 
Fort  Kearney.  Neither  the  engineer  nor  the 
stoker  was  dead,  and,  after  remaining  for  some  time 
in  their  swoon,  had  come  to  themselves.  The 
train  had  then  stoj^ped.  The  engineer,  when  he 
found  himself  in  the  desert,  and  the  locomotive 
without  cars,  understood  what  had  happened.     He 


244      The  Tour  of  the.  World  in  FAghtij  Day^. 

could  not  imagine  how  the  locomotive  had  be- 
come separated  from  the  train  ;  but  he  did  not 
doubt  that  the  train  left  behind  was  in  distress. 

He  did  not  hesitate  what  to  do.  It  would  bo 
prudent  to  continue  on  to  Omaha,  for  it  would  be 
dangerous  to  return  to  the  train,  w^hich  the  In- 
dians might  still  be  engaged  in  pillaging.  Never- 
theless, he  began  to  rebuild  the  fire  in  the  furnace  ; 
the  pressure  again  mounted,  and  the  locomotive 
returned,  running  backwards  to  Fort  Kearney. 
This  it  was  which  was  whistling  in  the  mist. 

The  travellers  were  glad  to  see  the  locomotiva 
resume  its  place  at  the  head  of  the  train.  They 
could  now  continue  the  journey  so  terribly  inter- 
rupted. 

Aouda,  on  seeing  the  locomotive  come  up,  hur- 
ried out  of  the  station,  and  asked  the  conductor, 
*'  Are  you  going  to  start  1 " 

"  At  onc3,  madam." 

"  But  the  prisoners  —  our  unfortunate  fellow- 
travellers  —  " 

"  I  cannot  interrupt  the  trip,"  replied  the  con- 
ductor. "  We  are  already  three  hours  behind 
time." 

"  And  when  will  another  train  pass  here  from 
San  Francisco  "? " 

"  To-morrow  evening,  madam." 

"  To-morrow  evening  !  But  then  it  will  be  too 
late  !    We  must  wait  —  " 

"It  is  impossible,"  responded  the  conductor.  "If 
you  wish  to  go,  please  get  in." 

"  I  will  not  go,"  said  Aouda. 

Fix  had  heard  this  conversation.     A  little  while 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.      245 

before,  when  there  was  no  prospect  of  proceeding 
on  the  journey,  he  had  made  up  his  mind  to  leave 
Fort  Kearney ;  but  now  that  the  train  was  there, 
ready  to  start,  and  he  had  only  to  take  his  seat  in 
the  car,  an  irresistible  influence  held  him  back. 
The  station  platform  burned  his  feet,  and  he  could 
not  stir.  The  conflict  in  his  mind  again  began ; 
anger  and  failure  stifled  him.  He  wished  to  strug- 
gle on  to  the  end. 

Meanwhile  the  passengers  and  some  of  the 
wounded,  among  them  Colonel  Proctor,  whose 
injuries  were  serious,  had  taken  their  places  in  the 
train.  The  buzzing  of  the  overheated  boiler  was 
heard,  and  the  steam  was  escajDing  from  the  valves. 
The  engineer  whistled,  the  train  started,  and  soon 
disappeared,  mingling  its  white  smoke  with  the 
whirlpools  of  the  densely  falling  snow. 

The  detective  had  remained  behind. 

Several  hours  passed.  The  weather  was  dismal, 
and  it  was  very  cold.  Fix  sat  motionless  on  a  bench 
in  the  station  ;  he  might  have  been  thought  asleep. 
Aouda,  despite  the  storm,  kept  coming  out  of  the 
waiting-room,  going  to  the  end  of  the  platform, 
and  peering  through  the  tempest  of  snow,  as  if 
to  pierce  the  mist  which  narrowed  the  horizon 
around  her,  and  to  hear,  if  possible,  some  welcome 
sound.  She  heard  and  saw  nothing.  Then  she 
would  return,  chilled  through,  to  issue  out  again 
after  the  lapse  of  a  few  moments,  but  always  in 
vain. 

Evening  came,  and  the  little  band  had  not 
returned.  Where  could  they  be?  Had  they 
found  the  Indians,   and  were  they  having  a  con- 


246      The  Tour  of  ike  World  in  Elcjhiy  Bays. 

flict  with  them,  or  were  they  still  wandering  amid 
the  mist  %  The  commander  of  the  fort  was  anx- 
ious, though  he  tried  to  conceal  his  apprehensions. 
As  night  approached,  the  snow  fell  less  plentifully, 
but  it  became  intensely  cold.  Absolute  silence 
rested  on  the  plains.  Neither  flight  of  bird  nor 
passing  of  beast  troubled  the  infinite  calm. 

Throughout  the  night  Aouda,  full  of  sinister 
fancies,  her  heart  stifled  w4th  anguish,  wandered 
about  on  the  verge  of  the  plains.  Her  imagina- 
tion carried  her  far  ofl",  and  showed  her  innumer- 
able dangers.  What  she  suffered  throngh  the 
long  hours  it  would  be  impossible  to  describe. 

Fix  remained  stationary  in  the  same  place,  but 
did  not  sleep.  Once  a  man  approached  and  spoke 
to  him,  and  the  detective  merely  replied  by  shak- 
ing his  head. 

Thus  the  night  passed.  At  dawn,  the  half- 
extinguished  disk  of  the  sun  rose  above  a  misty 
horizon ;  but  it  was  now  possible  to  recognize 
objects  two  miles  ofll  Phileas  Fogg  and  the  squad 
had  gone  southward  ;  in  the  south  all  was  still 
vacancy.     It  w^as  then  seven  o'clock. 

The  captain,  who  was  really  alarmed,  did  not 
know  what  course  to  take.  Should  he  send 
another  detachment  to  the  rescue  of  the  first '? 
Shonld  he  sacriflce  more  men,  with  so  few  chances 
of  saving  those  already  sacrificed  %  His  hesitation 
did  not  last  long,  however.  Calling  one  of  his 
lieutenants,  he  was  on  the  point  of  ordering  a 
reconnoissance,  when  gunshots  were  heard.  Was 
it  a  signal  %  The  soldiers  rushed  out  of  the  fort, 
and  half  a  mile  off"  they  perceived  a  little  band 
returning  in  good  order. 


Tlie  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.      247 

Mr,  Fogg  was  marching  at  their  head,  and  just 
behind  him  were  Passepartout  and  the  other  two 
travellers,  rescued  from  the  Sioux. 

They  had  met  and  fought  the  Indians  ten  miles 
south  of  Fort  Kearney.  Shortly  before  the  detach- 
ment arrived,  Passepartout  and  his  companions 
had  begun  to  struggle  with  their  captors,  three  of 
whom  the  Frenchman  had  felled  with  his  fists, 
when  his  master  and  the  soldiers  hastened  up  to 
their  relief. 

All  were  welcomed  with  joyful  cries.  Phileas 
Fogg  distributed  the  reward  he  had  promised  to 
the  soldiers,  while  Passepartout,  not  without  rea- 
son, muttered  to  himself:  "It  must  certainly  be 
confessed  that   I  cost  my  master  dear  I  " 

Fix,  without  saying  a  word,  looked  at  Mr.  Fogg, 
and  it  would  have  been  difficult  to  analyze  the 
thoughts  which  struggled  within  him.  As  for 
Aouda,  she  took  her  protector's  hand  and  pressed 
it  in  her  own,  too  much  moved  to  speak. 

Meanwhile,  Passepartout  was  looking  about  for 
the  train  ;  he  thought  he  should  find  it  there, 
ready  to  start  for  Omaha,  and  he  hoped  that  the 
time  lost  might  be  regained. 

"  The  train  !  the  train  !  "  cried  he. 

"  Gone,"  replied  Fix. 

"  And  when  does  the  next  train  pass  here  *? " 
asked  Phileas  Fogg. 

"  Not  till  this  evening." 

"Ah!"  returned  the  impassible  gentleman, 
quietly. 


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XXXI. 

IN  WHICH    FIX  THE    DETECTIVE   SERIOUSLY    FURTHE?.S 
THE  INTERESTS  OF  PHILEAS  FOGG. 

HILEAS  FOGG  found  himself  twenty  hours 
behind  time.  Passepartout,  the  involun- 
tary cause  of  this  delay,  was  desperate. 
He  had  ruined  his  master  ! 

At  this  moment  the  detective  approached  Mr. 
Fogg,  and,  looking  him  intently  in  the  face,  said, 

"  Seriously,  sir,  are  you   in  great  haste  1 " 

"  Quite  seriously." 

*'  I  have  a  purpose  in  asking,"  resumed  Fix. 
"Is  it  absolutely  necessary  that  3^011  should  be  in 
New  York  on  the  1 1th,  before  nine  o'clock  in  the 
evening,  the  time  that  the  steamer  leaves  for 
Liverpool  1 " 

*'  It  is  absolutely  necessary." 

"  And,  if  your  journey  had  not  been  interrupted 
by  these  Indians,  you  would  have  reached  New 
York  on  the  morning  of  the  11  th  ]" 

*'  Yes ;  with  eleven  hours  to  spare  before  the 
steamer  left." 

"  Good  !  you  are  therefore  twenty  hours  behind. 
Twelve  from  twenty  leaves  eight.  You  must 
regain  eight  hours.     Do  you  wish  to  try  to  do  so  ] " 

"  On  foot  1 "  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  No  ;  on  a  sledge,"  replied  Fix.  "  On  a  sledge 
with  sails.  A  man  has  proposed  such  a  method 
to  me." 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.      249 

It  was  the  man  who  had  spoken  to  Fix  during 
the  night,  and  whose  offer  he  had  refused. 

Phileas  Fogg  did  not  reply  at  once  ;  but  Fix 
having  pointed  out  the  man,  who  was  walking  up 
and  down  in  front  of  the  station,  Mr.  Fogg  went 
up  to  him.  An  instant  after,  Mr.  Fogg  and  the 
American,  whose  name  was  Mudge,  entered  a  hut 
built  just  below  the  fort. 

There  Mr.  Fogg  examined  a  curious  vehicle,  a 
kind  of  frame  on  two  long  beams,  a  little  raised 
in  front  like  the  runners  of  a  sledge,  and  upon 
which  there  was  room  for  five  or  six  persons.  A 
high  mast  was  fixed  on  the  frame,  held  firmly  by 
metallic  lashings,  to  which  was  attached  a  large 
brigantine  sail.  This  mast  held  an  iron  stay  upon 
which  to  hoist  a  jib-sail.  Behind,  a  sort  of  rndder 
served  to  guide  the  vehicle.  It  was,  in  short,  a 
sledge  rigged  like  a  sloop.  During  the  winter, 
when  the  trains  are  blocked  up  by  the  snow,  these 
sledges  make  extremely  rapid  journeys  across  the 
frozen  plains  from  one  station  to  another.  Pro- 
vided with  more  sail  than  a  cutter,  and  with  the 
wind  behind  them,  they  slip  over  the  surface  of 
the  prairies  with  a  speed  equal  if  not  superior  to 
that  of  the  express  trains. 

Mr.  Fogg  readily  made  a  bargain  with  the  owner 
of  this  landcraft.  The  wind  was  favorable,  being 
fresh,  and  blowing  from  the  west.  The  snow  had 
hardened,  and  Mudge  was  very  confident  of  being 
able  to  transport  Mr.  Fogg  in  a  few  hours  to 
Omaha.  Thence  the  trains  eastward  are  frequent 
and  many  to  Chicago  and  New  York.  It  was  not 
impossible  that  the  lost  time  might  yet  be  recov- 
11* 


250      The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days, 

ered  ;  and  such  an  opportunity  was  not  to  be  re- 
jected. 

Not  wishing  to  expose  Aouda  to  the  discomforts 
of  travelling  in  the  open  air,  Mr.  Fogg  proposed 
to  leave  her  with  Passepartout  at  Fort  Kearney, 
the  servant  taking  upon  himself  to  escort  her  to 
Europe  by  a  better  route  and  under  more  favor- 
able conditions.  But  Aouda  refused  to  separate 
from  Mr.  Fogg,  and  Passepartout  was  delighted 
with  her  decision  ;  for  nothing  could  induce  him 
to  leave  his  master  while  Fix  was  with  him. 

It  would  be  difficult  to  guess  the  detective's 
thoughts.  AVas  his  conviction  shaken  by  Phileas 
Fogg's  return,  or  did  he  still  regard  him  as  an 
exceedingly  shrewd  rascal,  who,  his  tour  of  the 
world  completed,  would  think  himself  absolutely 
safe  in  England  %  Perhaps  Fix's  opinion  of  Phileas 
Fogg  was  somewhat  modified ;  but  he  was  never- 
theless resolved  to  do  his  duty,  and  to  hasten  the 
return  of  the  whole  party  to  England  as  much  as 
possible. 

At  eight  o'clock  the  sledge  was  ready  to  start. 
The  passengers  took  their  places  on  it,  and  wrapped 
themselves  up  closely  in  their  travelling-cloaks. 
The  two  great  sails  were  hoisted,  and  under  the 
pressure  of  the  wind  the  sledge  slid  over  the 
hardened  snow  with  a  velocity  of  forty  miles  an 
hour. 

The  distance  between  Fort  Kearney  and  Omaha, 
as  the  birds  fly,  is  at  most  two  hundred  miles. 
If  the  wind  held  good,  the  distance  might  be 
traversed  in  five  hours  ;  if  no  accident  happened, 
the  sledge  might  reach  Omaha  by  one  o  'clock. 


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What  a  journey  !  The  travellers,  huddled  close 
together,  could  not  speak  for  the  cold,  intensified 
by  the  rapidity  at  which  they  were  going.  The 
sledge  sped  on  as  lightly  as  a  boat  over  the  waves. 
When  the  breeze  came,  skimming  the  earth,  the 
sledge  seemed  to  be  lifted  off  the  ground  by  its 
sails.  Mudge,  who  was  at  the  rudder,  kept  in  a 
straight  line,  and  by  a  turn  of  his  hand  checked 
the  lurches  which  the  vehicle  had  a  tendency  to 
make.  All  the  sails  were  up,  and  the  jib  was  so 
arranged  as  not  to  screen  the  brigantine.  k.  top- 
mast was  hoisted,  and  another  jib,  held  out  to  the 
wind,  added  its  force  to  the  other  sails.  Although 
the  speed  could  not  be  exactly  estimated,  the 
sledge  could  not  be  going  at  less  than  forty  miles 
an  hour. 

"If  nothing  breaks,"  said  Mudge,  ''we  shall 
get  there  I  " 

Mr.  Fogg  had  made  it  for  Mudge's  interest  to 
reach  Omaha  within  the  time  agreed  on,  by  the 
offer  of  a  handsome  reward. 

The  prairie,  across  which  the  sledge  was  mov- 
ing in  a  straight  line,  was  as  flat  as  a  sea.  It 
seemed  like  a  vast  frozen  lake.  The  railroad 
which  ran  through  this  section  ascended  from  the 
southwest  to  the  northwest  by  Great  Island,  Co- 
lumbus, an  important  Nebraska  town,  Schuyler, 
and  Fremont,  to  Omaha.  It  followed  throughout 
the  right  bank  of  the  Platte  River.  The  sledge, 
shortening  this  route,  took  the  chord  of  the  arc 
described  by  the  railway.  Mudge  was  not  afraid 
of  being  stopped  by  the  Platte  River,  because  it 
was  frozen.     The  road,  then,  was  quite  clear  of 


252     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

obstacles,  and  Phileas  Fogg  had  but  two  things  to 
fear, —  an  accident  to  the  sledge,  and  a  change  or 
calm  in  the  wind. 

But  the  breeze,  far  from  lessening  its  force,  blew 
as  if  to  bend  the  mast,  which,  however,  the  me- 
tallic lashings  held  firmly.  These  lashings,  like 
the  chords  of  a  stringed  instrument,  resounded  as 
if  vibrated  by  a  violin  bow.  The  sledge  slid  along 
in  the  midst  of  a  plaintively  intense  melody. 

"  Those  chords  give  the  fifth  and  the  octave," 
said  Mr.  Fogg. 

These  were  the  only  words  he  uttered  during 
the  journey.  Aouda,  cosily  packed  in  furs  and 
cloaks,  was  sheltered  as  much  as  possible  from  the 
attacks  of  the  freezing  wind.  As  for  Passepartout, 
his  face  was  as  red  as  the  sun's  disk  when  it  sets 
in  the  mist,  and  he  laboriously  mhaled  the  biting 
air.  With  his  natural  buoyancy  of  spirits,  he  be- 
gan to  hope  again.  They  would  reach  New  York 
on  the  evening,  if  not  on  the  morning,  of  the  11th, 
and  there  were  still  some  chances  that  it  would  be 
before  the  steamer  sailed  for  Liverpool. 

Passepartout  even  felt  a  strong  desire  to  grasp 
his  ally.  Fix,  by  the  hand.  He  remembered  that 
it  was  the  inspector  who  procured  the  sledge,  the 
only  means  of  reaching  Omaha  in  time  ;  but, 
checked  by  some  presentiment,  he  kept  his  usual 
reserve.  One  thing,  ho\vever.  Passepartout  would 
never  forget,  and  that  was  the  sacrifice  which  Mr. 
Fogg  had  made,  without  hesitation,  to  rescue  him 
from  the  Sioux.  Mr.  Fogg  had  risked  his  fortune 
and  his  life.  No  !  His  servant  would  never  for- 
get that  ! 


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While  each  of  the  party  was  absorbed  in  reflec- 
tions so  different,  the  sledge  flew  fast  over  the  vast 
carpet  of  snow.  The  creeks  it  passed  over  were  not 
perceived.  Fields  and  streams  disappeared  under 
the  uniform  whiteness.  The  plain  was  absolutely 
deserted.  Between  the  Union  Pacific  road  and  the 
branch  which  unites  Kearney  with  Saint  Joseph 
it  formed  a  great,  uninhabited  island.  Neither  vil- 
lage, station,  nor  fort  appeared.  From  time  to 
time  they  sped  by  some  phantom-like  tree,  whose 
white  skeleton  twisted  and  rattled  in  the  wind. 
Sometimes  flocks  of  wild  birds  rose,  or  bands  of 
gaunt,  famished,  ferocious  prairie-wolves  ran  howl- 
ing after  the  sledge.  Passepartout,  revolver  in 
hand,  held  himself  ready  to  fire  on  those  which 
came  too  near.  Had  an  accident  then  happened  to 
the  sledge,  the  travellers,  attacked  by  these  beasts, 
would  have  been  in  the  most  terrible  danger  ;  but 
it  held  on  its  even  course,  soon  gained  on  the 
wolves,  and  erelong  left  the  howling  band  at  a 
safe  distance  behind. 

About  noon  Mudge  perceived  by  certain  land- 
marks that  he  was  crossing  the  Platte  River.  He 
said  nothing,  but  he  felt  certain  that  he  was  now 
within  twenty  miles  of  Omaha.  In  less  than  an 
hour  he  left  the  rudder  and  furled  his  sails,  while 
the  sledge,  carried  forward  by  its  irresistible  move- 
ment, went  on  half  a  mile  further  with  its  sails 
unspread. 

It  stopped  at  last,  and  Mudge,  pointing  to  a 
mass  of  roofs  white  with  snow,  said,  *'  We  have  got 
there  ! " 

AiTived  !  Arrived   at   the    station    which    is    m 


254      The  Tour  of  the  World  iti  Eighty  Days. 

daily  communication,  by  numerous  trains,  with  the 
Atlantic  seaboard  ! 

Passepartout  and  Fix  jumped  oif,  stretched  their 
stiffened  limbs,  and  aided  Mr.  Fogg  and  the  young 
woman  to  descend  from  the  sledge.  Phileas  Fogg 
generously  rewarded  Mudge,  whose  hand  Passepar- 
tout warmly  grasped,  and  the  party  directed  their 
steps  to  the  Omaha  railway  station. 

The  Pacific  Railroad  proper  finds  its  terminus 
at  this  important  Nebraska  town.  Omaha  is  con- 
nected with  Chicago  by  the  Chicago  and  Rock  Is- 
land Railroad,  which  runs  directly  east,  and  passes 
fifty  stations. 

A  train  was  ready  to  start  when  Mr.  Fogg  and 
his  party  reached  the  station,  and  they  only  had 
time  to  get  into  the  cars.  They  had  seen  nothing 
of  Omaha  ;  but  Passepartout  confessed  to  himself 
that  this  was  not  to  be  regretted,  as  they  were  not 
travelling  to  see  the  sights. 

The  train  passed  rapidly  across  the  State  of 
Iowa,  by  Council  Blufts,  Des  Moines,  and  Iowa 
City.  During  the  night  it  crossed  the  Mississippi 
at  Davenport,  and  by  Rock  Island  entered  Illinois. 
The  next  day,  which  was  the  10th,  at  four  in  the 
evening,  it  reached  Chicago,  already  risen  from  its 
ruins,  and  more  proudly  seated  than  ever  on  the 
borders  of  its  beautiful  Lake  Michigan. 

Nine  hundred  miles  separated  Chicago  from  New 
York  ;  but  trains  are  not  wanting  at  Chicago.  Mr. 
Fogg  passed  at  once  from  one  to  the  other,  and  the 
nimble  locomotive  of  the  Pittsburg,  Fort  Wayne, 
and  Chicago  railway  left  at  full  speed,  as  if  it  fully 
comprehended  that  that  gentleman  had  no  time  to 


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lose.  It  trcaversed  Indiana,  Ohio,  Pennsylvania, 
and  New  Jersey  like  a  flash,  rushing  through  towns 
with  antique  names,  some  of  which  had  streets 
and  car-tracks,  but  as  yet  no  houses.  At  last  the 
Hudson  came  into  view  ;  and  at  a  quarter  past 
eleven  in  the  evening  of  the  11th,  the  train 
stopped  in  the  station  on  the  right  bank  of  the 
river,  before  the  very  pier  of  the  Cunard  line. 

The    China,    for  Liverpool,   had   started   three 
quarters  of  an  hour  before  ! 


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XXXII. 

IX     WHICH     PHILEAS     FOGG     ENGAGES     IN     A     DIRECT 
STRUGGLE    WITH    BAD    FORTUNE. 

HE  China,  in  leaving,  seemed  to  have 
carried  off  Phileas  Fogg's  last  hope. 
None  of  the  other  steamers  were  able  to 
serve  his  projects.  The  Pereire,  of  the 
French  Transatlantic  Company,  whose  admirable 
steamers  are  eqiial  to  any  in  speed  and  comfort, 
did  not  leave  until  the  14th;  the  Hamburg  boats 
did  not  go  directly  to  Liverpool  or  London,  but  to 
Havre ;  and  the  additional  trip  from  Havre  to 
Southampton  would  render  Phileas  Fogg's  last 
efforts  of  no  avail.  The  Inman  steamer  did  not 
depart  till  the  next  day,  and  could  not  cross  the 
Atlantic  in  time  to  save  the  wager. 

Mr.  Fogg  learned  all  this  in  consulting  his 
Bradshaw,  which  gave  him  the  daily  movements 
of  the  transatlantic  steamers. 

Passepartout  was  crushed  ;  it  overwhelmed  him 
to  lose  the  boat  by  three  quarters  of  an  hour.  It 
was  his  fault,  for,  instead  of  helping  his  master,  he 
had  not  ceased  putting  obstacles  in  his  path  !  And 
when  he  recalled  all  the  incidents  of  the  tour, 
when  he  counted  up  the  sums  expended  in  pure 
loss,  and  on  his  own  account,  when  he  thought 
that  the  immense  stake,  added  to  the  heavy 
charges  of  this  useless  journey,  would  completely 


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ruin  Mr.  Fogg,  he  overwhelmed  himself  with  bitter 
self-accusations.  Mr.  Fogg,  however,  did  not  re- 
proach him ;  and,  on  leaving  the  Cunard  pier,  only 
said,  "  We  will  consult  about  what  is  best  to-mor- 
row.    Come." 

The  party  crossed  the  Hudson  in  the  Jersey 
City  ferry-boat,  and  drove  in  a  carriage  to  the  St. 
Nicholas  Hotel,  on  Broadway.  Rooms  were  en- 
gaged, and  the  night  passed,  briefly  to  Phileas 
Fogg,  w^ho  slept  profoundly,  but  very  long  to 
Aouda  and  the  others,  whose  agitation  did  not 
permit  them  to  rest. 

The  next  day  was  the  12th  of  December. 
From  seven  in  the  morning  of  the  12th,  to  a 
quarter  before  nine  in  the  evening  of  the  21st, 
there  were  nine  days,  thirteen  hours,  and  forty- 
five  minutes.  If  Phileas  Fogg  had  left  in  the 
China,  one  of  the  fastest  steamers  on  the  Atlantic, 
he  would  have  reached  Liverpool,  and  then  Lon- 
don, within  the  period  agi'eed  upon. 

Mr.  Fogg  left  the  hotel  alone,  after  giving  Passe- 
partout instructions  to  await  4iis  return,  and  in- 
form Aouda  to  be  ready  at  an  instant's  notice. 
He  proceeded  to  the  banks  of  the  Hudson,  and 
looked  about  among  the  vessels  moored  or  an- 
chored in  the  river,  for  any  that  were  about  to 
depart.  Several  had  departure  signals,  and  were 
preparing  to  put  to  sea  at  morning  tide;  for  in 
this  immense  and  admirable  port,  there  is  not  one 
day  in  a  hundred  that  vessels  do  not  set  out  for 
every  quarter  of  the  globe.  But  they  were  mostly 
sailing-vessels,  of  which,  of  course,  Phileas  Fogg 
could  make  no  use. 


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He  seemed  about  to  give  up  all  hope,  when  he 
espied,  anchored  at  the  Battery,  a  cable's  length 
off  at  most,  a  trading-vessel,  with  a  screw,  w^ell 
shaped,  whose  funnel,  pm'fing  a  cloud  of  smoke, 
indicated  that  she  was  getting  ready  for  departure. 

Phileas  Fogg  hailed  a  boat,  got  into  it,  and  soon 
found  himself  on  board  the  Henrietta,  iron- 
hulled,  wood-built  above.  He  ascended  to  the 
deck,  and  asked  for  the  captain,  who  forthwith 
presented  himself  He  was  a  man  of  fifty,  a  sort  of 
sea-wolf,  with  big  eyes,  a  complexion  of  oxidized 
copper,  red  hair  and  thick  neck,  and  a  growling 
voice. 

"  The  captain  ] "  asked  Mr.  Fogg, 

^'  I  am  the  captain." 

*'  I  am  Phileas  Fogg,  of  London." 

''And  I  am  Andrew  Spaedy,  of  Cardiff." 

''You  are  going  to  put  to  sea?" 

"In  an  hour." 

*'You  are  bound  for  —  " 

"  Bordeaux." 

"  And  your  cargo  % " 

"  No  freight.     Going  in  ballast." 

"  Have  you  any  passengers  % " 

"  No  passengers.  Never  have  passengers.  Too 
much  in  the  way." 

"Is  your  vessel  a  swift  onel" 

"  Between  eleven  and  twelve  knots.  The  Henri- 
etta, well  known." 

"Will  you  carry  me  and  three  other  persons  to 
Liverpool?" 

"To  Liverpool  1     Why  not  to  China]" 

"  1  said  Liverpool." 


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"  No !  ■' 

"Nor' 

"  No.  I  am  setting  out  for  Bordeaux,  and  shall 
go  to  Bordeaux." 

"  Money  is  no  object  ?  " 

"  None." 

The  captain  spoke  in  a  tone  which  did  not 
admit  of  a  repl}". 

"But  the  owners  of  the  Henrietta — "  resumed 
Phileas  Fogg. 

"The  owners  are  myself,"  replied  the  captain. 
"The  vessel  belongs  to  me." 

"  I  will  freight  it  for  vou." 

"No." 

"  I  will  buv  it  of  vou." 

"No." 

Phileas  Fogg  did  not  betray  the  least  disap- 
pointment ;  but  the  situation  was  a  gi'ave  one. 
It  was  not  at  New  York  as  at  Hong  Kong,  nor 
with  the  captain  of  the  Henrietta  as  with  the 
captain  of  the  Tankadere.  Up  to  this  time  money 
had  smoothed  away  every  obstacle.  Now  money 
failed. 

Still,  some  means  must  be  found  to  cross  the 
Atlantic  on  a  boat,  unless  by  balloon, — which 
would  have  been  venturesome,  besides  not  being 
capable  of  being  put  in  practice.  It  seemed  that 
Phileas  Fogg  had  an  idea,  for  he  said  to  the  cap- 
tain, "Well,  will  you  carry  me  to  Bordeaux]" 

"No,  not  if  you  paid  me  two  hundred  dollars." 

"  I  offer  you  two  thousand." 

"  Apiece  ] " 

"  Apiece." 


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"And  there  are  four  of  you?" 

''Four." 

Captain  Speedy  began  to  scratch  his  head. 
There  were  eight  thousand  dollars  to  gain,  without 
changing  his  route  ;  for  which  it  was  well  worth 
conquering  the  repugnance  he  had  for  all  kinds  of 
passengers.  Besides,  passengers  at  two  thousand 
dollars  are  no  longer  passengers,  but  valuable 
merchandise.  "  I  start  at  nine  o'clock,"  said  Cap- 
tain Speedy,  simply.  "Are  you  and  your  party 
ready]" 

"■  We  will  be  on  board  at  nine  o'clock,"  replied, 
no  less  simply,  Mr.  Fogg. 

It  was  half  past  eight.  To  disembark  from  the 
Henrietta,  jump  into  a  hack,  hurry  to  the  St. 
Nicholas,  and  return  with  Aouda,  Passepartout, 
and  even  the  inseparable  Fix,  was  the  work  of  a 
brief  time,  and  was  perform  3d  by  Mr.  Fogg  with 
the  coolness  which  never  abandoned  him.  They 
were  on  board  when  the  Henrietta  made  ready  to 
weigh  anchor. 

When  Passepartout  heard  what  this  last  voyage 
was  going  to  cost,  he  uttered  a  prolonged  "  Oh  !  " 
which  extended  throughout  his  vocal  gamut. 

As  for  Fix,  he  said  to  himself  that  the  Bank  of 
England  would  certainly  not  come  out  of  this 
affair  well  indemnified.  When  they  reached  Eng- 
land, even  if  Mr.  Fogg  did  not  throw  some  hand- 
fuls  of  bank-bills  into  the  sea,  more  than  seven 
thousand  pounds  would  have  been  spent ! 


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XXXIIT. 

IN  WHICH   PHILEAS    FOGG    SHOWS    HIMSELF    EQUAL    TO 
THE  OCCASIOX. 

^^^^N  hour  after,  the  Henrietta  passed  the 
^^W{|  light-house  which  marks  the  entrance  of 
c-4=@^|i  the  Hudson,  turned  the  point  of  Sandy 
Hcok,  and  put  to  sea.  During  the  day 
she  skirted  Long  Island,  passed  Fire  Island,  and 
directed  her  course  rapidly  eastward. 

At  noon  the  next  da}^,  a  man  mounted  the 
bridge  to  ascertain  the  vessel's  position.  It  might 
be  thought  that  this  was  Captain  Speedy.  Xot 
the  least  in  the  world.  It  was  Phileas  Fogg, 
Esquire.  As  for  Captain  Speedy,  he  was  shut  up 
in  his  cabin  under  lock  and  key,  and  was  uttering 
loud  cries,  which  signified  an  anger  at  once  pardon- 
able and  excessive. 

What  had  happened  was  very  simjjle.  Phileas 
Fogg  wished  to  go  to  Liverpool,  but  the  captain 
would  not  caiTy  him  there.  Then  Phileas  Fogg 
had  taken  passage  for  Bordeaux,  and,  during  the 
thirty  hours  he  had  been  on  board,  had  so  shrewdly 
managed  with  his  bank-notes,  that  the  sailors  and 
stokers,  who  were  only  an  occasional  crew,  and 
w^ere  not  on  the  best  terms  w^ith  the  captain,  went 
over  to  him  in  a  body.  This  was  why  Phileas  Fogg 
w^as  in  command  instead  of  Captain  Speedy  ;  why 


the  captain  was  a  prisoner  in  his  cabin ;  and  why 


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in  short,  the  Henrietta  was  directing  her  course 
towards  Liverpool.  It  was  very  clear,  to  see  Mr. 
Fogg  manage  the  craft  that  he  had  been  a  sailor. 

How  the  adventure  ended  will  be  seen  anon. 
Aouda  was  anxious,  though  she  said  nothing.  As 
for  Passepartout,  he  thought  Mr.  Fogg's  manoeuvre 
simply  glorious.  The  captain  had  said  "  between 
eleven  and  twelve  knots,"  and  the  Henrietta  con- 
firmed his  prediction. 

If,  then,  —  for  there  were  "  ifs  "  still,  — the  sea 
did  not  become  too  boisterous,  if  the  wind  did  not 
veer  round  to  the  east,  if  no  accident  happened  to 
the  boat  or  its  machinery,  the  Henrietta  might  cross 
the  three  thousand  miles  from  New  York  to  Liver- 
pool in  the  nine  days  between  the  12th  and  the 
21st  of  December.  It  is  true  that,  once  arrived, 
the  aifair  on  board  the  Henrietta,  added  to  that  of 
the  Bank  of  England,  might  create  more  difficulties 
for  Mr.  Fogg  than  he  imagined  or  could  desire. 

During  the  first  days,  they  went  along  smoothly 
enough.  The  sea  was  not  very  unpropitious,  the 
wind  seemed  stationary  in  the  northeast,  the  sails 
were  hoisted,  and  the  Henrietta  ploughed  across 
the  waves  like  a  real  transatlantic  steamer. 

Passepartout  was  delighted.  His  master's  last 
exploit,  the  consequences  of  which  he  ignored,  en- 
chanted him.  Never  had  the  crew  seen  so  jolly 
and  dexterous  a  fellow.  He  foriiiied  warm  friend- 
ships with  tlie  sailors,  and  amazed  them  with  his 
acrobatic  feats.  He  thought  they  managed  the 
vessel  like  gentlemen,  and  that  the  stokers  fired 
up  like  heroes.  His  loquacious  good-humor  in- 
fected every  one.     He  had  forgotten  the  past,  its 


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vexations  and  delays.  He  only  thought  of  the 
end,  so  nearly  accomplished;  and  sometimes  he 
boiled  over  with  impatience,  as  if  heated  by  the 
furnaces  of  the  Henrietta.  Often,  aloO,  the  worthy 
fellow  revolved  around  Fix,  looking  at  him  with  a 
keen,  distrustful  eye ;  but  he  did  not  speak  to 
him,  for  their  old  intimacy  no  longer  existed. 

Fix,  it  must  be  confessed,  understood  nothing 
of  what  was  going  on.  The  conquest  of  the  Hen- 
rietta, the  bribery  of  the  crew,  Fogg  managing  the 
boat  like  a  skilled  seaman,  amazed  and  confused 
him.  He  did  not  know  what  to  think.  For,  after 
all,  a  man  who  began  by  stealing  fifty-five  thou- 
sand pounds  might  end  by  stealing  a  vessel ;  and 
Fix  was  not  unnaturally  inclined  to  conclude  that 
the  Henrietta,  under  Fogg's  command,  was  not 
going  to  Liverpool  at  all,  but  to  some  part  of  the 
world  where  the  robber,  turned  into  a  pirate, 
would  quietly  put  himself  in  safety.  The  conjec- 
ture was  at  least  a  plausible  one,  and  the  detective 
began  to  seriously  regret  that  he  had  embarked  in 
the  affair. 

As  for  Captain  Speedy,  he  continued  to  howl 
and  growl  in  his  cabin ;  and  Passepartout,  whose 
duty  it  was  to  carry  him  his  meals,  courageous  as 
he  was,  took  the  grjsatest  precautions.  Mr.  Fogg 
did  not  seem  even  to  suspect  that  there  was  a 
captain  on  board. 

On  the  13th  they  passed  the  edge  of  the  Banks 
of  Newfoundland,  a  dangerous  locality  ;  during  the 
winter,  especially,  there  are  frequent  fogs  and  heavy 
gales  of  wind.  Ever  since  the  evening  before,  the 
barometer,  suddenly  falling,  had  indicated  an  ap- 


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proaching  change  in  the  atmosphere  ;  and  during 
the  night  the  temperature  varied,  the  cold  became 
sharper,  and  the  wind  veered  to  the  southeast. 

This  was  a  misfortune.  Mr.  Fogg,  in  order  not 
to  deviate  from  his  course,  furled  his  sails,  and  in- 
creased the  force  of  the  steam ;  but  the  vessel's 
speed  slackened,  owing  to  the  state  of  the  sea,  the 
long  waves  of  which  broke  against  the  stern.  She 
pitched  violently,  and  this  retarded  her  progress. 
The  breeze  little  by  little  swelled  into  a  tempest, 
and  it  was  to  be  feared  that  the  Henrietta  might 
not  be  able  to  maintain  herself  upright  on  the 
waves. 

Passepartout's  visage  darkened  with  the  skies, 
and  for  two  days  the  poor  fellow  experienced  con- 
stant fright.  But  Phileas  Fogg  was  a  bold  mari- 
ner, and  knew  how  to  maintain  headway  against 
the  sea ;  and  he  kept  on  his  course,  without  even 
decreasing  his  steam.  The  Henrietta,  when  she 
could  not  rise  upon  the  waves,-  crossed  them, 
swamping  her  deck,  but  passing  safely.  Some- 
times the  screw  rose  out  of  water,  beating  its  pro- 
truding end,  while  a  mountain  of  water  raised  the 
stern  above  the  waves  ;  but  the  craft  always  kept 
straight  ahead. 

The  wind,  however,  did  not  grow  as  boisterous 
as  might  have  been  feared  ;  it  was  not  one  of  those 
tempests  which  burst,  and  rush  on  with  a  speed  of 
ninety  miles  an  hour.  It  continued  fresh,  but,  un- 
happily, it  remained  obstinately  in  the  southeast, 
rendering  the  sails  useless. 

The  16th  of  December  was  the  seventy-fifth  day 
since  Phileas  Fogg's  departure  from  London,  and 


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the  Henrietta  had  not  yet  been  serioush'  delayed. 
Half  of  the  voyage  was  almost  accomplished,  and  the 
worst  localities  had  been  passed.  In  snmmer,  success 
woidd  have  been  wellnigh  certain.  In  winter,  they 
were  at  the  mercy  of  the  bad  season.  Passepartout 
said  nothing ;  but  he  cherished  hope  in  secret,  and 
comforted  himself  with  the  reflection  that,  if  the 
wind  failed  them,  they  might  still  count  on  the 
steam. 

On  this  day  the  engineer  came  on  deck,  went  up 
to  Mr.  Fogg,  and  began  to  speak  earnestly  with 
him.  Without  knowing  why,  —  it  was  a  presenti- 
ment, perhaps,  —  Passepartout  became  vaguely  un- 
eas}^  He  would  have  given  one  of  his  ears  to 
hear  with  the  other  what  the  engineer  was  saying. 
He  finally  managed  to  catch  a  few  words,  and  was 
sure  he  heard  his  master  say,  "  You  are  certain  of 
what  you  tell  me  % " 

"  Certain,  sir,"  replied  the  engineer.  "  You 
must  remember  that,  since  we  started,  we  have 
kept  up  hot  fires  in  all  our  furnaces,  and,  though 
we  had  coal  enough  to  go  on  short  steam  from 
New  York  to  Bordeaux,  we  have  n't  enough  to  go 
with  all  steam  from  New  York  to  Liverpool." 

"  I  will  consider,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

Passepartout  understood  it  all ;  he  was  seized 
with  mortal  anxiety.  The  coal  was  giving  out  I 
"  Ah,  if  my  master  can  get  over  that,"  muttered 
he,  "  he  '11  be  a  famous  man  !  "  He  could  not  help 
imparting  to  Fix  what  he  had  overheard. 

"  Then  you  believe  that  we  really  are  going  to 
Liverpool  % " 

''  Of  course." 

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"Ass!"  replied  the  detective,  shrugging  his 
shoulders  and  turning  on  his  heel. 

Passepartout  was  on  the  point  of  vigorously  re- 
senting the  epithet,  the  reason  of  which  he  could  not 
for  the  life  of  him  comprehend  ;  but  he  reflected 
that  the  unfortunate  Fix  was  probably  very  much 
disappointed,  and  humiliated  in  his  self-esteem, 
after  having  so  awkwardly  followed  a  false  scent 
around  the  worLl,  and  refrained. 

And  now  what  course  would  Phileas  Fogg  adopt  1 
It  was  difficult  to  imagine.  Neverthless,  he  seemed 
to  have  decided  upon  one,  for  that  evening  he  sent 
for  the  engineer,  and  said  to  him,  "  Feed  all  the 
fires  until  the  coal  is  exhausted." 

A  few  moments  after^  the  funnel  of  the  Henri- 
etta vomited  forth  torrents  of  smoke.  The  vessel 
continued  to  proceed  with  all  steam  on ;  but  on 
the  18th,  the  engineer,  as  he  had  predicted,  an- 
nounced that  the  coal  would  give  out  in  the  course 
of  the  day. 

"Do  not  let  the  fires  go  down,"  replied  Mr. 
Fogg.  "Keep  them  up  to  the  last.  Let  the 
valves  be  filled." 

Towards  noon  Phileas  Fogg,  having  ascertained 
their  position,  called  Passepartout,  and  ordered  him 
to  go  for  Captain  Speedy.  It  was  as  if  the  honest 
fellow  had  been  commanded  to  unchain  a  tiger. 
He  went  to  the  poop,  saying  to  himself,  "  Posi- 
tively, he  will  be  a  madman  !  " 

In  a  few  moments,  with  cries  and  oaths,  a  bomb 
appeared  on  the  poop-deck.  The  bomb  was  Cap- 
tain Speedy.  It  w^as  clear  that  he  was  on  the 
point  of  bursting.     "  Where   are   we  % "  were   the 


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first  words  his  anger  permitted  him  to  utter. 
Had  the  poor  man  been  apoplectic,  he  could  never 
have  recovered  from  his  j^aroxysm  of  wrath. 

"  Where  are  we  ? "  he  repeated,  with  purple  face. 

"  Seven  hundred  and  seventy  miles  from  Liver- 
pool," replied  Mr.  Fogg,  with  imperturbable  calm- 
ness. 

"  Pirate  !  "  cried  Captain  Speedy. 

"  I  have  sent  for  you,  sir  —  " 

"  Sea-skimmer ! " 

"  —  Sir,"  continued  Mr.  Fogg,  ''to  ask  j-ou  to 
sell  me  your  vessel." 

"  No  1     By  all  the  devils,  no  !  " 

"  But  I  am  going  to  be  forced  to  burn  her." 

"  Bum  the  Henrietta  !  " 

"  Yes  ;  at  least  the  upper  part  of  her.  The  coal 
has  given  out." 

"  Burn  my  vessel !  "  cried  Captain  Speedy,  who 
could  scarcely  pronounce  the  words.  "A  vessel 
worth  fifty  thousand  dollars  !  " 

"  Here  are  sixty  thousand,"  replied  Phileas  Fogg, 
handing  the  captain  a  roll  of  bank-bills.  This  had 
a  prodigious  efi'ect  on  Andrew  Speedy.  An  Amer- 
ican can  scarcely  remain  unmoved  at  the  sight  of 
sixty  thousand  dollars.  The  captain  forgot  in  an 
instant  his  anger,  his  imprisonment,  and  all  his 
grudges  against  his  passenger.  The  Henrietta  was 
twenty  years  old ;  it  was  a  great  bargain.  The 
bomb  would  not  go  off,  after  all.  Mr.  Fogg  had 
taken  away  the  match. 

"And  I  shall  still  have  the  iron  hull,"  said  the 
captain,  in  a  softer  tone. 

"  The  iron  hull  and  the  engine.     Is  it  agreed  ? " 

"  Agreed." 


268     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

And  Andrew  Speedy,  seizing  the  bank-notes, 
counted  them,  and  consigned  them  to  his  pocket. 

Daring  this  colloquy,  Passepartout  was  as  white 
as  a  sheet,  and  Fix  seemed  on  the  point  of  having 
an  apoplectic  lit.  Nearly  twenty  thousand  pounds 
had  been  expended,  and  Fogg  left  the  hull  and 
engine  to  the  captain,  that  is,  near  the  whole  value 
of  the  craft !  It  was  true,  however,  that  fifty-five 
thousand  pounds  had  been  stolen  from  the  bank. 

When  Andrew  Speedy  had  pocketed  the  money, 
Mr.  Fogg  said  to  him,  "  Let  not  all  this  astonish 
you,  sir.  You  must  know  that  I  shall  lose  twenty 
thousand  pounds,  unless  I  arrive  in  London  by  a 
quarter  before  nine  on  the  evening  of  the  21st  of 
December.  I  missed  the  steamer  at  New  York, 
and  as  you  refused  to  take  me  to  Liverpool  —  " 

"And  I  did  well ! "  cried  Andrew  Speedy  ;  "for 
I  have  gained  at  least  forty  thousand  dollars  by 
it !  "  He  added,  more  sedately,  "  Do  you  know 
one  thing.  Captain  —  " 

"Fogg." 

"  Captain  Fogg,  you  've  got  something  of  the 
Yankee  about  you." 

And,  having  paid  his  passenger  what  he  consid- 
ered a  high  compliment,  he  was  going  away,  when 
Mr.  Fogg  said,  "  The  vessel  now  belongs  to  me  1 " 

"  Certainly,  from  the  keel  to  the  truck  of  the 
masts,  —  all  the  wood,  that  is." 

"  Very  well.  Have  the  interior  seats,  bunks, 
and  frames  pulled  down,  and  burn  the  debris.'''' 

It  was  necessary  to  have  dry  wood  to  keep  the 
steam  up  to  the  adequate  pressure,  and  on  that 
day  the  poop,  cabins,  bunks,  and  the  spare  deck 


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were  sacrificed.  On  the  next  da}-,  the  19th  of 
December,  the  masts,  rafts,  and  spars  were  burned  ; 
the  crew  worked  lustily  keeping  up  the  fires. 
Passepartout  hewed,  cut,  and  saAved  away  with  all 
his  might.    There  was  a  perfect  rage  for  demohtion. 

The  raihngs,  armor,  the  greater  part  of  the 
deck,  and  top  sides  disappeared  on  the  20th,  and 
the  Henrietta  was  now  only  a  flat  hulk.  But  on 
this  day  they  sighted  the  Irish  coast  and  Fastnet 
Light,  By  ten  in  the  eveniug  they  were  passing 
Queenstown.  Phileas  Fogg  had  only  twenty-four 
hours  more  in  which  to  get  to  London ;  that 
length  of  time  was  necessary  to  reach  Liverpool, 
with  all  steam  on.  And  the  steam  was  about  to 
give  out  altogether ! 

"  Sir,"  said  Captain  Speedy,  who  was  now  deeply 
interested  in  Mr.  Fogg's  project,  "  I  really  com- 
miserate you.  Everything  is  against  you.  We 
are  only  opposite  Queenstown." 

"  Ah,"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  "  is  that  place  where  we 
see  the  lights  Queenstown  ] " 

"  Yes." 

"Can  we  enter  the  harbor]" 

*'Not  under  three  hours.     Only  at  high  tide." 

"  Stay,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  calmly,  without  be- 
traying in  his  features  that,  by  a  supreme  inspira- 
tion, he  was  about  to  attempt  once  more  to  con- 
quer ill-fortune. 

Queenstown  is  the  Irish  port  at  which  the  trans- 
atlantic steamers  stop  to  put  off  the  mails.  These 
mails  are  carried  to  Dublin  by  express  trains 
always  held  in  readiness  to  start ;  from  Dublin 
they  are  sent  on  to  Liverpool  by  the  most  rapid 


270     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

boats,  and  thus  gain  twelve  hours  on  the  Atlantic 
steamers. 

Phileas  Fogg  coimted  on  gaining  twelve  hours 
in  the  same  way.  Instead  of  arriving  at  Liver- 
pool the  next  evening  by  the  Henrietta,  he  would 
be  there  by  noon,  and  would  therefore  have  time 
to  reach  London  before  a  quarter  before  nine  in 
the  evening. 

The  Henrietta  entei'ed  Queenstown  harbor  at 
one  o'clock  in  the  morning,  it  then  being  high 
tide ;  and  Phileas  Fogg,  after  being  grasped 
heartily  by  the  hand  by  Captain  Speedy,  left  that 
gentleman  on  the  levelled  hulk  of  his  craft,  which 
was  still  worth  half  what  he  had  sold  it  for. 

The  party  went  on  shore  at  once.  Fix  was 
greatly  tempted  to  arrest  Mr.  Fogg  on  the  spot ; 
bat  he  did  not.  Why '?  What  struggle  was  going 
on  within  him]  Had  he  changed  his  mind  about 
"his  man"?  Did  he  understand  that  he  had 
made  a  grave  mistake?  He  did  not,  however, 
abandon  Mr.  Fogg.  They  all  got  upon  the  train, 
which  was  just  ready  to  start,  at  half  past  one  ;  at 
dawn  of  day  they  were  in  Dublin  ;  and  they  lost  no 
time  in  embarking  on  a  steamer  which,  disdaining 
to  rise  upon  the  waves,  invariably  cut  across  them. 

Phileas  Fogg  at  last  disembarked  on  the  Liver- 
pool quay,  at  twenty  minutes  before  twelve,  De- 
cember 21st.  He  was  only  six  hours  distant  from 
London. 

But  at  this  moment  Fix  came  up,  put  his  hand 
upon  Mr.  Fogg's  shoulder,  and,  showing  his  war- 
rant, said,   "You  are  really  Phileas  Fogg?" 

"  I  am." 

"I  arrest  you  in  the  Queen's  name  ! " 


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XXXIV. 

IX  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG    AT  LAST   REACHES  LOXDON, 


HILEAS  Fogg  was  in  prison.  He  had 
been  shut  up  in  the  Custom  House,  and 
he  was  to  be  transferred  to  London  the 
next  day. 

Passepartout,  when  he  saw  his  master  an-ested, 
would  have  fallen  upon  Fix,  had  he  not  been  held 
back  by  some  policemen.  Aouda  was  thunder- 
struck at  the  suddenness  of  an  event  which  she 
could  not  understand.  Passepartout  explained  to 
her  how  it  w^as  that  the  honest  and  courageous 
Fogg  was  arrested  as  a  robber.  The  young- 
woman's  heart  revolted  against  so  heinous  a 
charge,  and  when  she  saw  that  she  could  attempt 
or  do  nothing  to  save  her  protector,  wept  bitterly. 

As  for  Fix,  he  had  arrested  Mr.  Fogg  because  it 
was  his  duty,  whether  Mr.  Fogg  w^ere  guilty 
or  not. 

The  thought  then  struck  Passepartout,  that  he 
was  the  cause  of  this  new  misfortune  !  Had  he 
not  concealed  Fix's  errand  from  his  master? 
When  Fix  revealed  his  true  character  and  purpose, 
why  had  he  not  told  Mr.  Fogg  *?  If  the  latter  had 
been  warned,  he  would  no  doubt  have  given  Fix 
proof  of  his  innocence,  and  satisfied  him  of  his 
mistake  ;  at  least,  Fix  would  not  have  continued 
his  journey  at  the  expense  and  on  the  heels  of  his 


272      The  Tom-  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

master,  only  to  arrest  him  the  moment  he  set  foot 
on  Enghsh  soil.  Passepartout  wept  till  he  was 
blind,  and  felt  like  blowing  his  brains  out. 

Aonda  and  he  had  remained,  despite  the  cold, 
under  the  peristyle  of  the  Custom  House.  Neither 
wished  to  leave  the  place  ;  both  were  anxious  to 
see  Mr.  Fogg  again. 

That  gentleman  was  really  ruined,  and  that  at 
the  moment  when  he  was  about  to  attain  his  end. 
This  arrest  was  fatal.  Having  arrived  at  Liver- 
pool at  twenty  minutes  before  twelve  on  the  21st 
of  December,  he  had  till  a  quarter  before  nine 
that  evening  to  reach  the  Reform  Club,  that  is, 
nine  hours  and  a  quarter ;  the  journey  from  Liver- 
pool to  London  was  six  hours. 

If  any  one,  at  this  moment,  had  entered  the 
Custom  House,  he  would  have  found  Mr.  Fogg 
seated,  motionless,  calm,  and  without  apparent 
anger,  upon  a  wooden  bench.  He  was  not,  it  is 
true,  resigned ;  but  this  last  blow  failed  to  force 
him  into  an  outward  betrayal  of  any  emotion. 
Was  he  being  devoured  by  one  of  those  secret 
rages,  all  the  more  terrible  because  contained,  and 
which  only  burst  forth,  with  an  irresistible  force,  at 
the  last  moment  1  No  one  could  tell.  There  he 
sat,  calmly  waiting — for  what?  Did  he  still 
cherish  hope  %  Did  he  still  believe,  now  that  the 
door  of  this  prison  was  closed  upon  him,  that  he 
would  succeed'? 

However  that  may  have  been,  Mr,  Fogg  care- 
fully put  his  watch  upon  the  table,  and  observed 
its  advancing  hands.  Not  a  word  escaped  his 
lips,   but   his  look  was  singularly  set  and  stern. 


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The  situation,  in  any  event,  was  a  terrible  one, 
and  might  be  thus  stated  :  If  Phileas  Fogg  was 
honest,  he  was  ruined.  If  he  was  a  knave,  he  was 
caught. 

Did  escape  occur  to  him  ]  Did  he  examine  to 
see  if  there  were  any  practicable  outlet  from  his 
prison  ]  Did  he  think  of  flying  from  it  1  Possi- 
bly ;  for  once  he  walked  slowly  around  the  room. 
But  the  door  was  locked,  and  the  window  heavily 
barred  with  iron  rods.  He  sat  down  again,  and 
drew  his  journal  from  his  pocket.  On  the  line 
where  these  words  were  written,  "December  21st, 
Saturday,  Liverpool,"  he  added,  "80th  day,  11.40 
A.  M.,"  and  waited. 

The  Custom  House  clock  struck  one.  Mr.  Fogg 
observed  that  his  watch  was  two  hours  too  fast. 

Two  hours  !  Admitting  that  he  was  at  this 
moment  taking  an  express  train,  he  could  reach 
London  and  the  Reform  Club  by  a  quarter  before 
nine,  p.  m.      His  forehead  slightly  wrinkled. 

7\t  thirty-three  minutes  past  two  he  heard  a 
singular  noise  outside,  then  a  hasty  opening  of 
doors.  Passepartout's  voice  was  audible,  and,  im- 
mediately after,  that  of  Fix.  Phileas  Fogg's  eyes 
brightened  for  an  instant. 

The  door  swung  open,  and  he  saw  Passepartout, 
Aouda,  and  Fix,  who  hurried  towards  him. 

Fix  was  out  of  breath,  and  his  hair  was  in 
disorder.  He  could  not  speak.  "Sir,"  he  stam- 
mered, —  "  sir  —  forgive  me  —  a  most  —  unfortu- 
nate resemblance  —  robber  arrested  three  days 
ago  —  you  —  are  free  !  " 

Phileas  Fogg  was  free  !  He  walked  to  the  de- 
ls* K 


274      The  Tour  of  tht  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

tective,  looked  him  steadily  in  the  face,  and,  with 
the  only  rapid  motion  he  had  ever  made  in  his 
life,  or  which  he  ever  would  make,  drew  back  his 
arms,  and,  with  the  precision  of  a  machine, 
knocked  Fix  down. 

"  Well  hit  !  "  cried  Passepartont.  "  Parbleu  ! 
that 's  what  you  might  call  a  good  application  of 
English  fists  !  " 

Fix,  who  found  himself  on  the  floor,  did  not 
utter  a  word.  He  had  only  received  his  deserts. 
Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda,  and  Passepartout  left  the  Cus- 
tom House  without  delay,  got  into  a  cab,  and  in  a 
few  moments  descended  at  the  station. 

Phileas  Fogg  asked  if  there  was  an  express 
train  about  to  leave  for  London.  It  was  forty 
minutes  past  two.  The  express  train  had  left 
thirty-five  minutes  before. 

Phileas  Fogg  then  ordered  a  special  train. 

There  were  several  rapid  locomotives  on  hand  ; 
but  the  railway  arrangements  did  not  permit  the 
special  train  to  leave  until  three  o'clock. 

At  that  hour  Phileas  Fogg,  having  stimulated 
the  engineer  by  the  offer  of  a  generous  reward,  at 
last  set  out  towards  London  with  Aouda  and  his 
faithful  servant. 

It  was  necessary  to  make  the  journey  in  five 
hours  and  a  half;  and  this  would  have  been  easy 
on  a  clear  road  throughout.  But  there  were 
forced  delays,  and  when  Mr.  Fogg  stepped  from 
the  train  at  the  terminus,  all  the  clocks  in  London 
were  striking  ten  minutes  before  nine. 

Having  made  the  tour  of  the  world,  he  was 
behindhand  five  minutes.    He  had  bst  the  wager  ! 


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XXXV. 

IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  DOES  NOT  HAVE  TO  RE- 
PEAT HIS  ORDERS  TO  PASSEPARTOUT  TWICE. 

HE  dwellers  in  Saville  Row  would  have 

been  surprised,  the  next  day,  if  they  had 

been  told  that  Phileas  Fogg  had  returned 

home.     His  doors  and  windows  were  still 

closed  ;  no  appearance  of  change  was  visible. 

After  leaving  the  station,  Mr.  Fogg  gave  Passe- 
partout instructions  to  purchase  some  provisions, 
and  quietly  went  to  his  domicile. 

He  bore  his  misfortune  with  his  habitual  tran- 
quillity. Ruined  !  And  by  the  blundering  of  the 
detective  !  After  having  steadily  traversed  that 
long  journey,  overcome  a  hundred  obstacles, 
braved  many  dangers,  and  still  found  time  to  do 
some  good  on  his  way,  to  foil  near  the  goal  by  a 
sudden  event  which  he  could  not  have  foreseen, 
and  against  which  he  was  unarmed ;  it  was 
terrible  !  But  a  few  pounds  were  left  of  the  large 
sum  he  had  carried  with  him.  There  only  re- 
mained of  his  fortune  the  twenty  thousand  pounds 
deposited  at  Barings,  and  this  amount  he  owed  to 
his  friends  of  the  Reform  Club.  So  great  had 
been  the  expense  of  his  tour,  that,  even  had  he 
won,  it  would  not  have  enriched  him ;  and  it  is 
probable  that  he  had  not  sought  to  enrich  himself, 
being  a  man  who  rather  laid  wagers  for  honor's 


276     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Bays. 

sake  than  for  the  stake  proposed.     But  this  wager 
totally  ruined  him. 

Mr.  Fogg  s  course,  however,  was  fully  decided 
upon ;  he  knew  what  remained  for  him  to  do. 

A  room  in  the  house  on  Saville  Row  was  set 
apart  for  Aonda,  who  was  overwhelmed  with  grief 
at  her  protector's  misfortune.  From  the  words 
which  Mr.  Fogg  dropped,  she  saw  that  he  was 
meditating  some  serious  project. 

Knowing  that  Englishmen  governed  by  a  fixed 
idea  sometimes  resort  to  the  desperate  expedient 
of  suicide,  Passepartout  kept  a  narrow  watch  upon 
his  master,  though  he  carefully  concealed  the  ap- 
pearance of  so  doing. 

First  of  all,  the  worthy  fellow  had  gone  up  to 
his  room,  and  had  extinguished  the  gas-burner, 
which  had  been  burning  for  eighty  da3^s.  He  had 
found  in  the  letter-box  a  missive  from  the  gas 
company,  and  he  thought  it  more  than  time  to 
put  a  stop  to  this  expense,  which  he  had  been 
doomed  to  bear. 

The  night  passed.  Mr.  Fogg  went  to  bed,  but 
did  he  sleep  %  Aouda  did  not  once  close  her  eyes. 
Passepartout  watched  all  night,  like  a  faithful  dog, 
at  his  master's  door. 

Mr.  Fogg  called  him  in  the  morning,  and  told 
him  to  get  Aouda's  breakfast,  and  a  cup  of  tea 
and  a  chop  for  himself.  He  desired  Aouda  to 
excuse  him  from  breakfast  and  dinner,  as  his  time 
would  be  absorbed  all  day  in  putting  his  affairs  to 
rights.  In  the  evening,  he  would  ask  permission 
to  have  a  few  moments'  conversation  with  the 
young  lady. 


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Passepartout,  having  received  his  orders,  had 
nothing  to  do  but  obey  them.  He  looked  at  his 
imperturbable  master,  and  could  scarcely  bring  his 
mind  to  leave  him.  His  heart  was  full,  and 
his  conscience  tortured  by  remorse ;  for  he  accused 
himself  more  bitterly  than  ever  of  being  the  cause 
of  the  irretrievable  disaster.  Yes  !  If  he  had 
warned  Mr.  Fogg,  and  had  betrayed  Fix's  projects 
to  him,  his  master  would  certainly  not  have  given 
the  detective  passage  to  Liverpool,  and  then  — 

Passepartout  could  hold  in  no  longer. 

"  My  master !  Monsieur  Fogg  I "  he  cried, 
"  why  do  vou  not  curse  me  ]  It  was  my  fault 
that  —  "     *^ 

"  I  blame  no  one,"  returned  Phileas  Fogg,  with 
perfect  calmness.  "  Go."  Passepartout  left  the 
room,  and  went  to  find  Aouda,  to  whom  he  deliv- 
ered his  master's  message. 

"Madam,"  he  added,  "  I  can  do  nothing  myself, 
nothing  !  I  have  no  influence  over  my  master ; 
but  you,  perhaps  —  " 

"  What  influence  could  I  have  "?  "  replied  Aouda. 
"  Mr.  Fogg  is  influenced  by  no  one.  Has  he  ever 
understood  that  my  gratitude  to  him  is  overflow- 
ing 1  Has  he  ever  read  my  heart  1  My  friend,  he 
must  not  be  left  alone  an  instant !  You  say  he  is 
going  to  speak  with  me  this  evening  ] " 

"  Yes,  madam.  Probably  to  arrange  for  your 
protection  and  comfort  in  England." 

"We  shall  see,"  replied  Aouda,  becoming  sud- 
denly pensive. 

Throughout  this  day,  Sunday,  the  house  in  Sa- 
ville  Row  was  as  if  uninhabited,  and  Phileas  Fogg, 


278     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eiyhiy  Days. 

for  the  first  time  since  he  had  Uved  in  that  house, 
did  not  set  out  for  his  Club  when  the  Parhament 
House  clock  struck  half  past  eleven. 

Why  should  he  present  himself  at  the  Reform  1 
His  friends  no  longer  expected  him  there.  As 
Phileas  Fogg  had  not  appeared  in  the  saloon  on 
the  evening  before,  Saturday,  the  21st  of  Decem- 
ber, at  a  quarter  before  nine,  he  had  lost  his 
wager.  It  was  not  even  necessary  that  he  should 
go  to  his  bankers'  for  the  twenty  thousand  jDounds  ; 
for  his  antagonists  already  had  his  check  in  their 
hands,  and  they  had  only  to  fill  it  out  and  send  it 
to  the  Barings,  to  have  the  amount  transferred  to 
their  credit. 

Mr.  Fogg,  therefore,  had  no  reason  for  going 
out,  and  so  he  remained  at  home.  He  shut  him- 
self up  in  his  room,  and  busied  himself  putting 
his  affairs  in  order.  Passepartout  continually 
ascended  and  descended  the  stairs.  The  hours 
were  long  for  him.  He  listened  at  his  master's 
door,  and  looked  through  the  keyhole,  as  if  he 
had  a  perfect  right  so  to  do,  and  as  if  he  feared 
that  something  terrible  might  happen  at  any 
moment.  Sometimes  he  thought  of  Fix,  but  no 
longer  in  anger.  Fix,  like  all  the  world,  had  been 
mistaken  in  Phileas  Fogg,  and  had  only  done  his 
duty  in  tracking  and  arresting  him  ;  while  he. 
Passepartout  —  This  thought  haunted  him,  and 
he  never  ceased  cursing  his  miserable  folly. 

Finding  himself  too  wretched  to  remain  alone, 
he  knocked  at  Aouda's  door,  went  into  her  room, 
seated  himself,  without  speaking,  in  a  corner,  and 
looked  ruefully  at  the  young  w^oman.  Aouda  was 
still  pensive. 


Ty,  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eight y  iJaijs.     279 

About  half  past  seven  in  the  evening,  Mr.  Fogg 
sent  to  know  if  Aouda  would  receive  him,  and  in 
a  few  moments  he  found  himself  alone  with  her. 

Phileas  Fogg  took  a  chair,  and  sat  down  near 
the  fireplace,  opposite  Aouda.  No  emotion  was 
visible  on  his  face.  Fogg  returned  was  exactly  the 
Fogg  who  had  gone  awaj ;  there  was  the  same 
calm,  the   same   impassibility. 

He  sat  several  minutes  without  speaking;  then, 
bending  his  eyes  on  Aouda,  '*'  Madam,"  said  he, 
"  will  you  pardon  me  for  bringing  you  to  Eng- 
land]" 

"  I,  Mr.  Fogg ! "  replied  Aouda,  checking  the 
pulsations  of  her  heart. 

"  Please  let  me  finish,"  returned  Mr.  Fogg. 
"When  I  decided  to  bring  you  far  away  from  the 
country  which  was  so  unsafe  for  you,  I  was  rich, 
and  counted  on  putting  a  portion  of  my  fortune  at 
your  disposal ;  then  your  existence  would  have 
been  free  and  happy.     But  now  I  am  ruined." 

"I  know  it,  Mr.  Fogg,"  replied  Aouda;  "  and  I 
ask  3'ou,  in  my  turn,  will  you  forgive  me  for  hav- 
ing followed  you,  and — who  knows?  —  for  hav- 
ing, perhaps,  delayed  you,  and  tluis  contributed  to 
your  ruin  ] " 

"  Madam,  you  could  not  remain  in  India,  and 
your  safety  could  only  be  assured  by  bringing  you 
to  such  a  distance  that  your  persecutors  could  not 
take  you." 

"  So,  Mr.  Fogg,"  resumed  Aouda,  "  not  content 
with  rescuing  •  me  from  a  terrible  death,  you 
thought  yourself  bound  to  secure  my  comfort  in 
a  foreio-n  land  ] " 


280     The  Tour  of  the  World  hi  Eighty  Days. 

"  Yes,  madam ;  but  circumstances  have  been 
against  me.  Still,  I  beg  to  place  the  little  I  have 
left  at  your  service." 

"But  what  will  become  of  you,  Mr.  Fogg'?" 

"As  for  me,  madam,"  replied  the  gentleman, 
coldly,  "  I  have  need  of  nothing." 

"  But  how  do  you  look  upon  the  fate,  sir,  which 
awaits  you  % " 

"  As  I  am  in  the  habit  of  doing." 

"  At  least,"  said  Aouda,  "  want  should  not  over- 
take a  man  like  you.     Your  friends  —  " 

"  I  have  no  friends,  madam." 

"  Your  relatives  —  " 

"  I  have  no  longer  any  relatives." 

"  I  pity  you  then,  Mr.  Fogg,  for  solitude  is  a  sad 
thing,  with  no  heart  to  which  to  confide  your  griefs. 
They  say,  though,  that  misery  itself,  shared  by  two 
sympathetic  souls,  may  be  borne  with  patience." 

"  They  say  so,  madam." 

"  Mr.  Fogg,"  said  Aouda,  rising,  and  seizing  his 
hand,  "  do  you  wish  at  once  a  kinswoman  and  a 
friend  1     Will  you  have  me  for  your  wife  ]  " 

Mr.  Fogg,  at  this,  rose  in  his  turn.  There  was 
an  unwonted  light  in  his  eyes,  and  a  slight  trem- 
bling of  his  lips.  Aouda  looked  into  his  face. 
The  sincerity,  rectitude,  firmness,  and  sweetness 
of  this  soft  glance  of  a  noble  woman,  who  could 
dare  all  to  save  him  to  whom  she  owed  all,  at  first 
astonished,  then  penetrated  him.  He  shut  his 
eyes  for  an  instant,  as  if  to  avoid  her  look. 
When  he  opened  them  again,  "  I  love  you  !  "  he 
said,  simply.  "  Yes,  by  all  that  is  holiest,  I  love 
you,  and  T  am  entirely  yours  I " 


The  Tour  of  the  World  m  Eighty  Days.     281 

"  Ah  I "  cried  Aouda,  pressing  his  hand  to  her 
heart. 

Passepartout  was  summoned,  and  appeared  im- 
mediately. Mr.  Fogg  still  held  Aouda's  hand  in 
his  own ;  Passepartout  understood,  and  his  big, 
roimd  face  became  as  radiant  as  the  tropical  sun 
at  its  zenith. 

Mr.  Fogg  asked  him  if  it  was  not  too  late  to 
notify  the  Reverend  Samuel  Wilson,  of  Maryle- 
bone  Parish,  that  evening. 

Passepartout  smiled  his  most  genial  smile,  and 
said,   "  Never  too  late." 

It  was  five  minutes  past  eight. 

"Will  it  be  for  to-mori'ow,  Monday?" 

*'For  to-morrow,  Monday,"  said  Mr.  Fogg,  turn- 
ing to  Aouda. 

"Yes;  for  to-morrow,  Monday,"  she  replied. 

Passepartout  hurried  off  as  fast  as  his  legs  could 
carry  him. 


282     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 


XXXVI. 

IN    WHICH    PHILEAS    FOGG's    NAME    IS    ONCE    MORE   AT 
A    PREMIUM    ON    'CHANGE. 

T  is  time  to  relate  what  a  change  took 
place  in  English  i^ublic  opinion,  when  it 
transpired  that  the  real  bank -robber,  a 
certain  James  Strand,  had  been  arrested, 
on  the  17th  of  December,  at  Edinburgh.  Three 
days  before,  Phileas  Fogg  had  been  a  criminal, 
who  was  being  desperately  followed  up  by  the 
police ;  now,  he  was  an  honorable  gentleman, 
mathematically  pursuing  his  eccentric  tour  of  the 
world. 

The  papers  resumed  their  discussion  about  the 
wager ;  all  those  who  had  laid  bets,  for  or  against 
him,  revived  their  interest,  as  if  by  magic;  the 
*'  Phileas  Fogg  bonds "  again  became  negotiable, 
and  many  new  wagers  were  made.  Phileas  Fogg's 
name  was  once  more  at  a  premium  on  'Change. 

His  five  friends  of  the  Reform  Club  passed 
these  three  days  in  a  state  of  feverish  suspense. 
Would  Phileas  Fogg,  whom  they  had  forgotten, 
reappear  before  their  eyes'?  Where  was  he  at 
this  moment  1  The  17th  of  December,  the  day 
of  James  Strand's  arrest,  was  the  seventy-sixth 
since  Phileas  Fogg's  departure,  and  no  news  of 
him  had  been  received.  Was  he  dead  %  Had  he 
abandoned  the   effort,   or   was  he  continuing  his 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.      283 

journey  along  the  route  agreed  upon  1  And 
would  he  appear  on  Saturday,  the  21st  of  Decem- 
ber, at  a  quarter  before  nine  in  the  evening,  on 
the  threshold  of  the  Eeforai  Club  saloon  ] 

The  anxiety  in  which,  for  three  days,  London 
society  existed,  cannot  be  described.  Telegrams 
were  sent  to  America  and  Asia  for  news  of  Phileas 
Fogg.  Messengers  were  despatched  to  the  house 
on  Saville  Row  morning  and  evening.  No  news. 
The  police  were  ignorant  what  had  become  of  the 
detective.  Fix,  who  had  so  unfortunately  followed 
up  a  false  scent.  Bets  increased,  nevertheless, 
in  number  and  value.  Phileas  Fogg,  like  a  race- 
horse, was  drawing  near  his  last  turning-point. 
The  bonds  were  quoted,  no  longer  at  a  hundred 
below  par,  but  at  twenty,  at  ten,  and  at  five  ;  and 
paralytic  old  Lord  Albermarle  bet  even  in  his 
favor. 

A  gTeat  crowd  was  collected  in  Pall  Mall  and 
the  neighboring  streets  on  Saturday  evening ;  it 
seemed  like  a  multitude  of  brokers  permanently 
established  around  the  Pteform  Club.  Circulation 
was  impeded,  and  everywhere  disputes,  discussions, 
and  financial  transactions  were  going  on.  The  po- 
lice had  great  difiiculty  in  keeping  back  the  crowd, 
and  as  the  hour  when  Phileas  Fogg  was  due  ap- 
proached, the  excitement  rose  to  its  highest  pitch. 

The  five  antagonists  of  Phileas  Fogg  had  met  in 
the  great  saloon  of  the  Club.  John  Sullivan  and 
Samuel  Fallentin,  the  bankers,  Andrew  Stuart,  the 
engineer,  Gauthier  Ralph,  the  director  of  the  Bank 
of  England,  and  Thomas  Flanagan^  the  brewer,  one 
and  all  waited  anxiously.  . 


284     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

When  the  clock  indicated  twenty  minutes  past 
eight,  Andrew  Stuart  got  up,  saying,  "  Gentlemen, 
in  twenty  minutes  the  time  agreed  upon  between 
Mr.  Fogg  and  ourselves  will  have  expired." 

"  What  time  did  the  last  train  arrive  from  Liv- 
erpool]" asked  Thomas  Flanagan. 

"At  twenty-three  minutes  past  seven,"  replied 
Gauthier  Ralph  ;  "  and  the  next  does  not  arrive  till 
ten  minutes  after  twelve." 

"Well,  gentlemen,"  resumed  Andrew  Stuart, 
"if  Phileas  Fogg  had  come  in  the  7.23  train,  he 
would  have  got  here  by  this  time.  We  can  there- 
fore regard  the  bet  as  won." 

"  Wait ;  don't  let  us  be  too  hasty,"  replied  Sam- 
uel Fallentin.  "  You  know  that  Mr.  Fogg  is  very 
eccentric.  His  punctuality  is  well  known ;  he 
never  arrives  too  soon,  or  too  late ;  and  I  should 
not  be  surprised  if  he  appeared  before  us  at  the 
last  minute." 

"  Why,"  said  Andrew  Stuart,  nervously,  "  if  I 
should  see  him,  I  should  not  believe  it  was  he." 

"  The  fact  is,"  resumed  Thomas  Flanagan,  "  Mr. 
Fogg's  project  was  absurdly  foolish.  Whatever  his 
punctuality,  he  could  not  prevent  the  delays  which 
were  certain  to  occur  ;  and  a  delay  of  only  two  or 
three  days  would  be  fatal  to  his  tour." 

"Observe,  too,"  added  John  Sullivan,  "that  we 
have  received  no  intelligence  from  him,  though 
there  are  telegraphic  lines  all  along  his  route." 

"  He  has  lost,  gentlemen,"  said  Andrew  Stuart, 
' — "  he  has  a  hundred  times  lost !  You  know, 
besides,  that  the  China  —  the  only  steamer  he 
could  have  taken  from  New  York  to  get  here  in 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days,     285 

time  —  arrived  yesterday.  I  have  seen  a  list  of 
the  passengers,  and  the  name  of  Phileas  Fogg  is 
not  among  them.  Even  if  we  admit  that  fortune 
has  favored  him,  he  can  scarcely  have  reached 
America.  I  think  he  will  be  at  least  twenty  days 
behindhand,  and  that  Lord  Albermarle  will  lose  a 
cool  five  thousand." 

''  It  is  clear,"  replied  Gauthier  Ralph  ;  "  and  we 
have  nothing  to  do  but  to  present  Mr.  Fogg's  check 
at  Barings  to-morrow." 

At  this  moment,  the  Club  clock  struck  forty 
minutes  past  eight. 

"  Five  minutes  more,"  said  Andrew  Stuart. 

The  five  gentlemen  looked  at  each  other.  Their 
anxiety  was  becoming  intense  ;  but,  not  wishing  to 
betray  it,  they  readily  assented  to  Mr.  Fallentin's 
proposal  of  a  inibber. 

"  I  would  n't  give  up  my  four  thousand  of  the 
bet,"  said  Andrew  Stuart,  as  he  took  his  seat,  "  for 
three  thousand  nine  hundred  and  ninety-nine." 

The  clock  indicated  forty-two  minutes  past 
eight. 

The  players  took  up  their  cards,  but  could  not 
keep  their  eyes  off  the  clock.  Certainly,  however 
secure  they  felt,  minutes  had  never  seemed  so  long 
to  them  ! 

"Forty-three  minutes  past  eight,"  said  Thomas 
Flanagan,  as  he  cut  the  cards  which  Ralph  handed 
to  him. 

Then  there  was  a  moment  of  silence.  The  great 
saloon  was  perfectly  quiet ;  but  the  murmurs  of 
the  crowd  outside  were  heard,  with  now  and  then 
a  shrill  cry.      The  pendidum    beat  the   seconds, 


286      The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.  ' 

which  each  player  eagerly  counted,  as  he  listened, 
with  mathematical  regularity. 

"  Forty-four  minutes  past  eight  !  "  said  John 
Sullivan,  in  a  voice  which  betra^^ed  his  emotion. 

One  minute  more,  and  the  wager  would  be  won, 
Andrew  Stuart  and  his  partners  suspended  their 
game.  They  left  their  cards,  and  counted  the  sec- 
onds. 

At  the  fortieth  second,  nothing.  At  the  fiftieth, 
still  nothing. 

At  the  fifty-fifth,  a  loud  cry  was  heard  in  the 
street,  followed  by  applause,  hurrahs,  and  some 
fierce  growls. 

The  players  rose  from  their  seats. 

At  the  fifty-seventh  second  the  door  of  the  sa- 
loon opened  ;  and  the  pendulum  had  not  beat  the 
sixtieth  second  when  Phileas  Fogg  appeared,  fol- 
lowed by  an  excited  crowd  who  had  forced  their 
way  through  the  Club  doors,  and,  in  his  calm  voice, 
said,  "  Here  I  am,  gentlemen  !  " 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.     287 


XXXVII. 

IX  WHICH  IT  IS  SHOWN  THAT  PHILEAS  FOGG 
GAINED  NOTHING  BY  HIS  TOUR  AROUND  THE 
WORLD,     UNLESS     IT     WERE     HAPPINESS. 

ES  ;  Phileas  Fogg"  in  person. 

The  reader  will  remember  that  at  five 
minutes  past  eight  in  the  evening  — 
about  five  and  twenty  hours  after  the 
arrival  of  the  travellers  in  London  —  Passepartout 
had  been  sent  by  his  master  to  engage  the  ser- 
vices of  the  Reverend  Samuel  Wilson  in  a  certain 
maiTiage  ceremony,  which  was  to  take  place  the 
next  day. 

Passepartout  went  on  his  errand  enchanted.  He 
soon  reached  the  clergyman's  house,  but  found  him 
not  at  home.  Passepartout  waited  a  good  twenty 
minutes,  and  when  he  left  the  reverend  gentle- 
man, it  was  thirty-five  minutes  past  eight.  But 
in  what  a  state  he  was  !  With  his  hair  in  disorder, 
and  without  his  hat,  he  ran  along  the  street  as 
never  man  was  seen  to  run  before,  overturning 
passers-by,  rushing  over  the  sidewalk  like  a  water- 
spout. 

In  three  minutes  he  was  in  Saville  Kow  again, 
and  staggered  breathlessly  into  Mr.  Fogg's  room. 

He  could  not  speak. 

"What  is  the  matter?"  asked" Mr.  Fogg. 

/'  My  master  !  "  gasped  Passepartout,  —  "  mar- 
riage —  impossible  —  " 


288     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days. 

"  Impossible?" 

"  Impossible  —  for  to-morrow." 

"Why  so?" 

"  Because  to-morrow  —  is  Sunday  !  " 

"  Monday,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

"  No  —  to-day  —  is  Saturday." 

"  Saturday  %     Impossible  !  " 

"  Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes  !"  cried  Passepartout.  "You 
have  made  a  mistake  of  one  day  !  We  arrived 
twenty-four  hours  ahead  of  time  ;  but  there  are 
only  ten  minutes  left !  " 

Passepartout  had  seized  his  master  by  the  col- 
lar, and  was  dragging  him  along  with  irresistible 
force. 

Phileas  Fogg,  thus  kidnapped,  without  having 
time  to  think,  left  his  house,  jumped  into  a  cab, 
promised  a  hundred  pounds  to  the  cabman,  and, 
having  run  over  two  dogs  and  overturned  five  car- 
riages, reached  the  Reform  Club. 

The  clock  indicated  a  quarter  before  nine  when 
he  appeared  in  the  great  saloon. 

Phileas  Fogg  had  accomplished  the  tovu-  of  the 
Avorld  in  eighty  days  ! 

Phileas  Fogg  had  won  his  wager  of  twenty  thou- 
sand pounds ! 

How  was  it  that  a  man  so  exact  and  fastidious 
could  have  made  this  error  of  a  day  ?  How  came 
he  to  think  that  he  had  arrived  in  London  on 
Saturday,  the  twenty-first  day  of  December,  when 
it  was  really  Friday  the  twentieth,  the  seventy- 
ninth  day  only  from  his  departure  % 

The  cause  of  the  error  is  very  simple. 

Phileas  Fogg  had,  without  suspecting  it,  gained 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eight p  Days.     289 

one  day  on  liis  journey,  and  this  merely  be- 
cause he  had  travelled  constantly  eastward;  he 
would,  on  the  contrary,  have  lost  a  day,  had  he 
gone  in  the  opposite  direction,  that  is,  ivestivard. 

In  journeying  eastward  he  had  gone  towards  the 
siui,  and  the  days  therefore  diminished  for  him  as 
many  times  four  minutes  as  he  crossed  degrees  in 
this  direction.  There  are  three  hundred  and  sixty 
degrees  on  the  circumference  of  the  earth  ;  and 
these  three  hundred  and  sixty  degrees,  multiplied 
by  four  minutes,  gives  precisely  twenty-four  hours, 
— that  is,  the  day  unconsciously  gained.  In  other 
words,  while  Phileas  Fogg,  going  eastward,  saw  the 
sun  pass  the  meridian  eighty  times,  his  friends  in 
London  only  saw  it  pass  the  meridian  seventy-nine 
times.  This  is  why  they  awaited  him  at  the  Re- 
form Club  on  Saturday,  and  not  Sunday,  as  Mr. 
Fogg  thought. 

And  Passepartout's  famous  family  watch,  which 
had  always  kept  London  time,  would  have  be- 
trayed this  fact,  if  it  had  marked  the  days  as  well 
as  the  hours  and  minutes  ! 

Phileas  Fogg,  then,  had  won  the  twenty  thou- 
sand pounds  ;  Init  as  he  had  spent  nearly  nineteen 
thousand  on  the  way,  the  pecuniary  gain  was 
small.  His  object  was,  however,  to  be  victorious, 
and  not  to  win  money.  He  divided  the  one  thou- 
sand pounds  that  remained  between  Passepartout 
and  the  unfortunate  Fix,  against  whom  he  cherished 
no  grudge.  He  withheld,  however,  from  Passepar- 
tout's share  the  cost  of  the  gas  which  had  burned 
in  his  room  for  nineteen  hundred  and  twenty  hours, 
for  the  sake  of  regularitv. 

VZ  "  s 


290     The  Tour  of  the  World  in  FAcjhtij  Days. 

That  evening,  Mr.  Fogg,  as  tranquil  and  phleg- 
matic as  ever,  said  to  Aouda,  "  Is  our  marriage 
still  agreeable  to  you  %  " 

"  Mr.  Fogg,"  replied  she,  "it  is  for  me  to  ask 
that  question.  You  were  ruined,  but  now  you  are 
rich  again." 

"  Pardon  me,  madam ;  my  fortune  belongs  to 
you.  If  you  had  not  suggested  our  marriage,  my 
servant  would  not  have  gone  to  the  Reverend 
Samuel  Wilson's,  I  should  not  have  been  apprised 
of  my  error,  and  —  " 

"  Dear  Mr.  Fogg  !  "  said  the  young  woman, 

"  Dear  Aouda  !  "  replied  Phileas  Fogg. 

It  need  not  be  said  that  the  marriage  took  j)lace 
forty-eight  hours  after,  and  that  Passepartout, 
glowing  and  dazzling,  figured  in  it  as  Aouda's  wit- 
ness. Had  he  not  saved  her,  and  was  he  not  en- 
titled to  this  honor  ? 

The  next  day,  as  soon  as  it  was  light.  Passepar- 
tout rapped  vigorously  on  his  master's  door.  Mr. 
Fogg  opened  it,  and  asked,  "  What 's  the  matter, 
Passepartout  1  " 

''  What  is  it,  sir  !  Why,  I  've  just  this  instant 
found  out  —  " 

"  What  ?  " 

"  That  we  might  have  made  the  tour  of  the 
world  in  only  seventy-eight  days." 

"No  doubt,"  returned  Mr.  Fogg,  "by  not  cross- 
ing India.     But  if  I  had  not   crossed    India,    I 
should  not  have  saved  Aouda;  she  would  not  have 
been  my  wife,  and  —  " 
.  Mr.  Fogg  quietly  shut  the  door. 

Phileas  Fogg  had  won  his  wager,  and  had  made 


The  Tour  of  the  World  in  Eighty  Days.     291 

his  tour  around  the  world  in  eighty  days.  To  do 
this,  he  had  employed  every  means  of  conveyance, 
—  steamers,  railways,  carriages,  yachts,  trading- 
vessels,  sledges,  elephants.  The  eccentric  gentle- 
man had  throughout  displayed  all  his  marvellous 
qualities  of  coolness  and  exactitude.  But  what 
then?  What  had  he  really  gained  by  all  this 
trouble  ?  What  had  he  brought  back  from  this  long 
and  weary  journey  1 

Nothing,  say  you  ]  Perhaps  so  ;  nothing  but  a 
charming  woman,  who,  strange  as  it  may  appear, 
made  him  the  happiest  of  men  ! 

Truly,  would  you  not  for  less  than  that  make 
the  tour  around  the  world  1 


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